All my friends are dead
Over dead bodies to the goal, sentiments die faster than regret fills the void
I owe nothing to no one
The vultures fly when they smell carrion

All my friends are dead
How could I be so blind
No excuses this time
I'm not surprised my fair-weather friend
I am used to failures

Naivety will ruin this world
More cruelty than hearts of gold
If the soul floats silently, find a vampire and kill

How could I be so blind
No excuses this time
I'm not surprised my fair-weather friend
I am used to failures