Well it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight. I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me. Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh. That shit makes me bat shit crazy.
Believe it or not, everyone have things that they hide. Believe it or not, everyone keep most things inside. Believe it or not, everyone believes in something above.
Hands on the mirror, can't get much clearer. Can't make this all go away. Now that you're bleeding, you stare at the ceiling. And watch as it all fades away.