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We never wanted it to end this way

The tragic tale of tomorrow coming today

We don’t know where we came from or where to go

So we look to the sky and follow the deceiving glow

And we scream the silent sound of surrender at the top of our lungs as we build a bridge to the top of the world

And the lone wolf’s cry can be heard from the top of the world...



The Evening Star only led us astray

Forever lost in the sadistic shades of gray

The Evening Star told us it would be okay

Now we wave farewell to forever as we jump off a bridge from the top of the world



We never wanted this to end tonight

Close our eyes to shield us from the sight

We have each other but still feel so alone

So we look up to Heaven and hope that Venus can guide us home

And we sing the pseudo song of salvation at the top of our lungs as we build a bridge to the top of the world

And the dominos die as they collapse on the top of the world...



The Evening Star only led us the wrong way

Suffocated under satanic shades of gray

The Evening Star left us alone to decay

Now we reach for the stars as we sin like a saint from the top of the world



Now we attempt to touch the sun as we spontaneously combust from the top of the world

Now our wicked wings of wax melt as we forever freefall from the top of the world

The beautiful bridge of betrayal burns so bright on the top of the world

Won’t you join my side for this splendid, shocking view of our sinful society from the top of the world?