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 demostration. Of our anguish. This empty langhter. Has no reason. Like a bottle. Of your favorite poison. We are the last call. And were 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 is crying. In the bathroom. And i just wanna. Find my cigarretes. We've come so far. We've been so wasted. It's written. All over our faces. We are the last call. And were 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