W.T.Y.D. [live]

Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp Born into death, will you take the risk See buckets and buckets, yeah, buckets of sin You'll never end and can never begin Chorus: Welcome To Your Death (x3) No forest of pleasure or fields of pain High-rise at night, see the pavements of stain A beckoning hand from those who were slain Now you can sleep again Repeat Chorus I take the night and I stretch it wide And I see all, you hide, I died So slip right in, sip the wine The caution flashes but the water's fine Repeat Chorus