black is all all is black darkness falls falls darkness kills all this this all kills life is nothing nothing is life running from death death from running far away go go away far purity in white white in purity where has it gone? this innocent game look what's been done that's the price of fame black is the sun it's still the same we'll still have fun without any shame i wish you wouldn't go i wish that i could know you've brought a new low to life's game show a bird lands on the sill a man now shoots to kill he will fire at his will death to a worker of the mill mine eyes have seen glory of the coming of the hoard they are called american and will be forever bored buying and selling their guitars that play the same old chord their truth cannot be found death is not to be feared life is not to be feared petty theft is not to be feared angels will impale themselves on streetlights and all hope will be restored