It's 3 A.M.. It's cold outside, you can't sleep. Is it from your conscience talking. To the skeletons you keep?. . Every time you try to speak. Only craziness comes out.
Just live and let die. . Check, check, check, come on. If you could take a minute of your life. A certain minute when you feel the lightning strike. Danger is the only level of that moment.
It could be the absinthe talking. (I don't think so). I don't either. I've gotta find a new place. A new place to feed. Gotta be. . Stop everything, something is not feeling right.
Check one. . I don't like the radio, I don't like TV. They're selling so much shit these days. And this shit is not who I wanna be. I don't like officials.
Give it up, give it up, give it up. Give it up, give it up, give it up. Give it up, give it up, give it up, yo lethal. Give it up, give it up. . Nobody knows what they don't know.