Half-Life

Electric knifes and razors have perfect pitch
And sirens are always in time
Magical thinking
Can colour the empty spaces in your time
Dearly beheaded, remember this
There's always someone better off than you

Half-life!

Technically, I no longer exist
But I sometimes appear in other people's lives
Lord, deliver me a pizza
And lead me into contentment for just one more day
You cocky bastard, remember this
There's always someone better off than you

Half-life!