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.