Lovers In Death Songtext

Rock 'n' roll never gave me a thing
Except a heart and a soul and mind
And all the things for joie de vivre

Just because the end result are leaps and bounds
Above the modus operandi cliché
Doesn't make it more than nudum pactum
And yet I speak verbatim at the moment
And mean with bona fide carte blanche
I'm forever bleeding

Et cetera, et cetera de facto

Now this means nothing, but bless my soul
We’re shakin' make a scene
Reckless, understand that midnight never came
We are dancing on the edge of a cliff
Anticipation
Interpretation of it
Accoutrements already out Destination still unknown

They glorify mundane
That’s all

Now this means nothing, but bless my soul
We’re shakin' make a scene
Reckless, understand that midnight never came

They take the time to show face
They stand on top of the crowd
But could this be love
If these diamonds are fake?