Drain

Look at your world
 Isn't it beautiful to drain?
 How much is it worth
 When there's nothing left for you to take?
 Oh, what a privilege it is getting old
 I hope I live to be so cynical
 Why should we dare to live forever
 If nobody cares to change for the better?
 Yeah
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 Yeah
 Leaving a trace
 Building a monolith so large
 They can see it from space
 A scar that remains after you're dead and gone
 Oh, what a privilege it is getting old
 I hope I live to be so cynical
 Why should we dare to live forever
 If nobody cares to change for the better?
 Yeah
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 Yeah
 Yeah
 Yeah, oh
 Do we bloom or decay?
 Nothing golden ever stays
 Do we burn out or fade?
 When there's nothing left to drain
 Yeah
 Oh, what a privilege it is getting old