We are liars, we are thieves
Scheming dildos dressed like Keef
Dealing tragedy and false beliefs
We are liars, we are thieves
And we're the dark street at 2 a.m.
The creeping fears, yeah, we are them
So put your face on you ball of phlegm
'Cause we're the dark street at 2 a.m.
Turn the heat up on my soul
Turn it up 'cause I'm feeling so cold
Slow night in a desolate city
And it hits like a slap in the face
We're the dark horse, this is the race
Slow night in a desolate city
We are lions in a cage
Pet tigers fueled on rage
We're the moonlight, we're the clouds
We are losers, we are proud
We are magic, we are class
A hand with knuckles made of brass
We are good times turned bad
We are the action you never had
♪
Turn the heat up on my soul
Turn it up 'cause I'm feeling so cold
Slow night in a desolate city
And it hits like a slap in the face
We're the dark horse this is the race
Slow night in a desolate city
♪
We are the sunlight, we are the storm
We're the idea and the form
We are loving, we are raped
We are magic caught on tape
We are splinters from a glass
We're the greatest, we suck ass
We're united and torn apart
We are the ending and the start
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So turn the heat up 'cause I'm feeling so cold
Turn it up 'til it burns my soul
Slow night in a desolate city
And it hits me like a slap in the face
You're the dark horse, I am the race
Slow night in a desolate city, yeah
Slow night
Slow night
Slow night in a desolate city
Slow night (slow night)
Slow night (slow night)
Slow night in a desolate city, yeah