In Debt to Death

White knuckle grip on the world, and we're not letting go Never living outside of the moment, we're young and out of control We cut the strings and set ourselves free. We are a dying breed In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get So when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets We stand above the soil, because we're not finished yet Like the flame of a candle we live on borrowed time, so we burn quick and burn bright Youth is a commodity that you can't take to your grave If you don't spend it all then it's taken away We cut the strings and set ourselves free. We are who we want to be In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get So when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets We stand above the soil, because we're not finished yet No one looks back in time, when they're frail and thin On how quiet their life was and how safe they'd been Cut the strings and set yourself free In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay, we'll pay in the end So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get So when we're put in the ground we'll have no regrets