I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.

For Whose Sake Did You Live, For Whose Sake Did You Die? Forgive Me, Baby, For What I Didn't Do.

Loneliness, Tenderness, High Society, Notoriety, You Fight For The Throne And You Travel Alone.

Behind Every Beautiful Thing, There's Some Kind Of Pain.

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

Loneliness Got A Mind Of Its Own The More People Around The More You Feel Alone