day of ages

Like the fire that burns in your eyes
Like the secrets that live inside your head
Oh I wish I was dead
All day, all night
What is wrong is always right
In this day of ages
Sixth sense, sixth sense of All day, all night
What is wrong is always right
Oh what a world, what a wonderful world
Oh what a world, what a wonderful world
Wonderful
All day, all night
What is wrong is always, always right
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead