Desolate City

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

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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

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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