["Arabian Nights"] ["Arabian Nights"] ♪ Success is a song with a heart, not a song at your bed. ♪ ♪ And we all still die. Are we all still die? ♪ ♪ What will you leave behind? Are we all still die? ♪ ["Arabian Nights"] ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ You fall through the trees, and you pray with your knees on the ground. ♪ ♪ For the things that you need, with your lust and your greed weighing down. ♪ ♪ And you weaken your love, and you hold it above your head. ♪ ♪ Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your head. ♪ ♪ Are we all still dying? Are we all still dying? What will you leave behind? Are we all still dying? ♪ ["Arabian Nights"] ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ Marching away from this tree. This tree, it will die without bliss. Marching away from this tree. This tree, it will die without bliss. This tree, it will die. ♪ ♪ This tree, it will die. And we all still die. Are we all still dying? What will you leave behind? Are we all still dying? And we all still die. And we all still die. ♪ ♪ What will you leave behind? And we all still die. Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh. ♪