The Real Life
Oh, the real life
The real life
And this is celebrated suicide
Oh, let daggers fall
I know not
I know not what I want
Prescribe me
The color to my reflection
I burn in
I burn in your politics
Behind let them whisper their invitations
(Let hate define you)
Oh, there ain't nothing like the real life
There ain't nothing like the beat of your heart
And this is celebrated suicide
Oh, let daggers fall
I know nothing of the sorrow
I know nothing of the hate you speak
I find solace in the shadows
I find solace in disgrace
No choice to make
When there's a conscience killer with a gun in your face
Oh, there ain't nothing like the real life
There ain't nothing like the beat of your heart
And this is celebrated suicide
Oh, let daggers fall
Breathe a little fire inside your mind
When there's a caution in your eyes
Let a little life run down your spine
Tonight we fly
All this I know
Is nothing like the real thing
All this I know
Is nothing like the real thing
(Nothing like the real life)
(Nothing like the beat of your heart)
(Nothing like the real life)
(Nothing like the beat of your heart)
Oh, there ain't nothing like the real life
There ain't nothing like the beat of your heart
And this is celebrated suicide
Oh, let daggers fall
The real life
And this is celebrated suicide
Oh, let daggers fall
I know not
I know not what I want
Prescribe me
The color to my reflection
I burn in
I burn in your politics
Behind let them whisper their invitations
(Let hate define you)
Oh, there ain't nothing like the real life
There ain't nothing like the beat of your heart
And this is celebrated suicide
Oh, let daggers fall
I know nothing of the sorrow
I know nothing of the hate you speak
I find solace in the shadows
I find solace in disgrace
No choice to make
When there's a conscience killer with a gun in your face
Oh, there ain't nothing like the real life
There ain't nothing like the beat of your heart
And this is celebrated suicide
Oh, let daggers fall
Breathe a little fire inside your mind
When there's a caution in your eyes
Let a little life run down your spine
Tonight we fly
All this I know
Is nothing like the real thing
All this I know
Is nothing like the real thing
(Nothing like the real life)
(Nothing like the beat of your heart)
(Nothing like the real life)
(Nothing like the beat of your heart)
Oh, there ain't nothing like the real life
There ain't nothing like the beat of your heart
And this is celebrated suicide
Oh, let daggers fall
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Cobbe, Jon Cobbe Hume, Dann Hume
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