| Keeping on the outside |
| Glimmer in the moonlight |
| Only shadows dwell where we are |
| Creeping on the edge of the dark |
| We feel warmth in the cold corners |
| Eyes in the back of our heads |
| We roll out when the day’s over |
| Chasing silhouettes |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| We’ll be the last ones standing |
| We’ll be the last ones |
| We’ll be the last ones standing |
| City made of thin glass |
| Smoldering in pitch black |
| Sin so thick, you can’t see the stars |
| Can’t tell good and evil apart |
| We feel warmth in the cold corners |
| Eyes in the back of our heads |
| We roll out when the day’s over |
| Chasing silhouettes |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| We’ll be the last ones standing |
| We’ll be the last ones |
| We’ll be the last ones standing |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| When it all goes up in flames |
| We’ll be the last ones standing |
| We’ll be the last ones |
| We’ll be the last ones standing |