It's the angst of things to come You're immaculate and young You wash your hands in innocence And keep it to the bitter end But under your skin you're dying in sin Do you wanna die without a scar With untainted memoirs Do you wanna die without a scar The blandest au revoir Good + Evil = Par Every pleasure leaves a scar Every fire leaves a burn Every touch can leave a mark And the hours turn to days Time is spinning in delays No heart no pain No scars no shame No love no fear The end is near