Virtue is lost 
Beyond this sleek veneer 
Beneath the neon existence 
Her face is grey 
And everything she longs for turns to black 
The chemicals bring little vindication 
And white lines lace every vein 
Does she realise what she's become? 
But she's not waking 
And She's still failing 
But she's not waking 
She's still failing 
Follow the siren's song, 
To face this empty cycle. 
Searching the darkest nights 
Searching the silence 
And does it make you sick? "Can you hear me, Is She Conscious?" 
Does it make you feel beautiful? 
Bloodshed under the streetlight. 
And does it make you sick? "Oh God! We've got a bleeder here." 
Does it make you beautiful? 
Heartbreak under the streetlight. 
She's lost again. 
Adrenalin 
Strains Corrupted 
Arteries Virtue is lost 
Beyond this sleek veneer 
Beneath the neon existence 
Her face is grey 
And everything she longs for is pulling away 
Follow the siren's song 
To face this empty cycle. 
Searching the darkest night 
Searching the silence. 
Follow the siren's song, 
To face this empty cycle. 
Searching the darkest night, 
Searching the silence. 
Dead by first light, 
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes. 
Dead by first light, 
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes. 
Dead by, Dead by first light. 
Dead by, Dead by first light.