White knuckle grip on the world, and we're not letting go
Never living outside of the moment, we're young and out of control
We cut the strings and set ourselves free We are a dying breed
In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end
So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets
We stand above the soil, because we're not finished yet
Like the flame of a candle we live on borrowed time, so we burn quick and burn bright
Youth is a commodity that you can't take to your grave If you don't spend it all then it's taken away
We cut the strings and set ourselves free We are who we want to be
In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end
So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets
We stand above the soil, because we're not finished yet
No one looks back in time, when they're frail and thin, on how quiet their life was and how safe they'd been
Cut the strings and set yourself free
In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end
So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets
White knuckle grip on the world, and we're not letting go
Never living outside of the moment, we're young and out of control
We cut the strings and set ourselves free We are a dying breed
In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end
So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets
We stand above the soil, because we're not finished yet
Like the flame of a candle we live on borrowed time, so we burn quick and burn bright
Youth is a commodity that you can't take to your grave If you don't spend it all then it's taken away
We cut the strings and set ourselves free We are who we want to be
In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end
So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets
We stand above the soil, because we're not finished yet
No one looks back in time, when they're frail and thin, on how quiet their life was and how safe they'd been
Cut the strings and set yourself free
In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end
So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets