On a rotten frosty field where our dreams seemed so real laying with my back on the ground Lookin' up to the sky, feelin' like an old elevator, all rusty and squeaky and slow We're just playing punkrock but at the same time we are dying We're just playing punkrock but at the same time we are dying Stuck in a world full of hate, there's no beauty you're the prisoners of your own minds. Walking with blindfolds through your lives, missing out on the mysterious 'cause you won't open your eyes. What is there to lose? Why not go all the way? What's the worst thing that could happen? If we die we die, but at least first we've lived and there's not one thing I'll regret We're just playing punkrock but at the same time we are dying Stuck in a world full of hate, there's no beauty you're the prisoners of your own minds. Walking with blindfolds through your lives, missing out on the mysterious 'cause you won't open your eyes. Old and alone, in a hospital bed, is that where you wanna end up? You had your chance, but you blew it, you have never truly lived at all