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

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

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

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