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