AMERICAN HEDONISM

Find death before death finds you

'Cause death is going to find you

The dim and darkness marks the end

And the infinites of loneliness

Destined death for all of it

Destined death for all of it

The echoes call of what was said

The promise of the now and the not yet

A haven for my mind to rest

A haven for my mind to rest

Before he lays my mind to rest

So, I built myself an Eden

A million different paths to walk

A million different ways to get the same thing

A million different ways to get it

Will I always get the same thing?

Will I always get the same thing?

Oh, we're all having fun away now

Mixed pleasure with pain now

Making it out of hell to fail

And here's to having a way out