On a rotten frosty field where our dreams seemed so real
laying with my back on the ground
Lookin' up to the sky, feelin' like an old elevator,
all rusty and squeaky and slow

We're just playing punkrock but at the same time we are dying
We're just playing punkrock but at the same time we are dying

Stuck in a world full of hate, there's no beauty
you're the prisoners of your own minds.
Walking with blindfolds through your lives,
missing out on the mysterious 'cause you won't open your eyes.

What is there to lose? Why not go all the way?
What's the worst thing that could happen?
If we die we die, but at least first we've lived
and there's not one thing I'll regret

We're just playing punkrock but at the same time we are dying

Stuck in a world full of hate, there's no beauty
you're the prisoners of your own minds.
Walking with blindfolds through your lives,
missing out on the mysterious 'cause you won't open your eyes.

Old and alone, in a hospital bed, is that where you wanna end up?
You had your chance, but you blew it, you have never truly lived at all