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!