they're gonna eat me alive.
Strange little desires deep down in my skull, let's sink and rock under the moon. I don't wanna go to hell but I want to dance under the sun. Why can't we make more magic and put our cigarettes out in the same teal tray. I've been making a lot of mistakes lately, not on purpose though.. I can assure you.
another night in the factory, we can't tell the world what we know.