Desperate,

But not hopeless.

I feel so useless,

In the murder city.



Desperate,

But not helpless.

The clock strikes midnight,

In the murder city.



I'm wide awake,

After the riot.

This demonstration,

Of our anguish.

This empty laughter,

Has no reason,

Like a bottle,

Of your favorite poison.



We are the last call,

And we're so pathetic.



Desperate,

But not hopeless.

I feel so useless,

In the murder city.



Desperate,

But not helpless.

The clock strikes midnight,

In the murder city.



Christian's crying,

In the bathroom.

And I just want to,

Bum a cigarette.

We've come so far,

We've been so wasted,

It's written all over our faces.





We are the last call,

And we're so pathetic.



Desperate,

But not hopeless.

I feel so useless,

In the murder city.



Desperate,

But not helpless.

The clock strikes midnight,

In the murder city.



Desperate,

But not hopeless.

I feel so useless,

In the murder city.



Desperate,

But not helpless.

The clock strikes midnight,

In the--