As far as I can tell,
The lucky ones die first

I'm lost in memories
That have never been my own
I had it all as I swam in my vanity
I lost my way going into myself again
Continuous noise that map
The crazy thoughts my friend

See my eyes are already gone
I fall into what I have become
Consequent submission
I will feed the pain

As far as I can see,
The lucky ones die first
Such a pretty face
But also full of dirt

Even those who never ever
Beckon to a call
Don't need to get it straight
I swallow anyway

See my eyes are already gone
I fall into what I have become
Consequent submission
I will feed the pain

See my eyes are already gone
I fall into what I have become
Consequent submission
I will feed the pain

Feed the pain!