| Put the pistols on your sides / the hood, the nickel-plated knuckles / duffle bags with our disguises (no surprises) / Just a simple way to pummel, rumble, mosh with human nature / Step in the fog and view the carnage / Labors of bloodlust / We combust / We’re sun struck / No room for dumb luck / she’s not my lady tonight / You pay me the price; we’re taking a life, like right now / We’re ravens of the night prowling / howling with the wind / and yes we’re moving in, in on the kill / Definitive thrill rides / We’re living unlimited til time… takes us from the living kind / We’re anxious and we’re gripping time / by its throat and choking every minute we can squeeze and bleed from it / Feed our needs and eat the keep we reap from it / slum it / and plummet into hiding (Hook) | |
| So with the fog at our backs and your gods on retreat / We’ll release you from your struggles like… / Gimme the signal, gimme the go / There’s no odds to be stacked and no law to be seen / It’s just us and nothing but the cold / Gimme the signal, gimme the go | |
| [SIMS] | |
| Manipulate yourself up out of this one, how persistent / You speak with venom but nobody is around to listen / No coexistence, give your death some sound assistance / On a mission turn the king into a pile of crimson / Soaked ground / Your ghost float around / You won’t see the round unseat relieve you of your crown / Vermillion spill out brilliant slow / You took the jewels, I’ll make that ruby glow / Save your cash / Wasted breath, I’ll take your last / That’s not a note in this bottle it’s gas / That ain’t a rose in my hand it’s a match / I’ll take what you can’t take back / make the kingdom ash when the vapors pass / Melt down crown in a crucible / Make a carmine mist, no funeral / I will flush king heart if it’s suitable / and paint the town with his red, make it beautiful (Hook) |
| Put the pistols on your sides the hood, the nickelplated knuckles duffle bags with our disguises no surprises Just a simple way to pummel, rumble, mosh with human nature Step in the fog and view the carnage Labors of bloodlust We combust We' re sun struck No room for dumb luck she' s not my lady tonight You pay me the price we' re taking a life, like right now We' re ravens of the night prowling howling with the wind and yes we' re moving in, in on the kill Definitive thrill rides We' re living unlimited til time takes us from the living kind We' re anxious and we' re gripping time by its throat and choking every minute we can squeeze and bleed from it Feed our needs and eat the keep we reap from it slum it and plummet into hiding Hook | |
| So with the fog at our backs and your gods on retreat We' ll release you from your struggles like Gimme the signal, gimme the go There' s no odds to be stacked and no law to be seen It' s just us and nothing but the cold Gimme the signal, gimme the go | |
| SIMS | |
| Manipulate yourself up out of this one, how persistent You speak with venom but nobody is around to listen No coexistence, give your death some sound assistance On a mission turn the king into a pile of crimson Soaked ground Your ghost float around You won' t see the round unseat relieve you of your crown Vermillion spill out brilliant slow You took the jewels, I' ll make that ruby glow Save your cash Wasted breath, I' ll take your last That' s not a note in this bottle it' s gas That ain' t a rose in my hand it' s a match I' ll take what you can' t take back make the kingdom ash when the vapors pass Melt down crown in a crucible Make a carmine mist, no funeral I will flush king heart if it' s suitable and paint the town with his red, make it beautiful Hook |
| Put the pistols on your sides the hood, the nickelplated knuckles duffle bags with our disguises no surprises Just a simple way to pummel, rumble, mosh with human nature Step in the fog and view the carnage Labors of bloodlust We combust We' re sun struck No room for dumb luck she' s not my lady tonight You pay me the price we' re taking a life, like right now We' re ravens of the night prowling howling with the wind and yes we' re moving in, in on the kill Definitive thrill rides We' re living unlimited til time takes us from the living kind We' re anxious and we' re gripping time by its throat and choking every minute we can squeeze and bleed from it Feed our needs and eat the keep we reap from it slum it and plummet into hiding Hook | |
| So with the fog at our backs and your gods on retreat We' ll release you from your struggles like Gimme the signal, gimme the go There' s no odds to be stacked and no law to be seen It' s just us and nothing but the cold Gimme the signal, gimme the go | |
| SIMS | |
| Manipulate yourself up out of this one, how persistent You speak with venom but nobody is around to listen No coexistence, give your death some sound assistance On a mission turn the king into a pile of crimson Soaked ground Your ghost float around You won' t see the round unseat relieve you of your crown Vermillion spill out brilliant slow You took the jewels, I' ll make that ruby glow Save your cash Wasted breath, I' ll take your last That' s not a note in this bottle it' s gas That ain' t a rose in my hand it' s a match I' ll take what you can' t take back make the kingdom ash when the vapors pass Melt down crown in a crucible Make a carmine mist, no funeral I will flush king heart if it' s suitable and paint the town with his red, make it beautiful Hook |
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