Behind the post-mortem mask, my life Is a mere platform for death And I'll eat dandelions by the roots By the time you'll let me kiss Your frageria vesca lips And though we share a time belt And when we pray we worship the same God In distant rhymes our hampered souls abode In linear fashion Our children will die For all we live In a world where suicide is An olympic sport and even angels must pay tax ♪ Oh how you lied to me when you said This planet is my bare skin? For don't you know the perfidious moon Stares at us right from within With skepticism, a pale gleam For if you are my soulmate Why do our souls sleep on seperate beds? And our love drifts on the nomadic sands In linear fashion Our children will die For all we live In a world where suicide is An olympic sport and even angels must pay tax ♪ In linear fashion Our children will die For all we live In a world where suicide is A mandate from heaven, and that is why I say Let's all get dead together Put our dreams aside Not care for one another Swim in cyanide Let's all get dead together And go far away On a cheap all-inclusive Eternal Holiday