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The killers lost the beat I just call them futileThey can't cry to me 'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the worldas I wave them all goodbyeThe system's lost in me I just call it futileThey can't cry to me 'cause they're slippin off the edge of the worldas I wave them all goodbyeIce caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp....While everyone is dancin' round like there ain't nothin' wrongIce caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp....While everyone is dancin' round like there ain't nothin' wrongNot me, I've planned my own demiseNot me, I've planned my own demiseNot me, I've planned my own demiseNot me, I've planned my own demiseOh, demise, demise, oh, demise...The killers lost the beat I just call them futileAnd that's not pain to me'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the worldas I wave them all goodbye From Letras Mania