Desolate City

We are liars we are thieves Scheming dildos dressed like Keef Dealing tragedy and false beliefs We are liars we are thieves We're the dark street at two am The creeping fears yeah we are them So put your face on you ball of phlegm We're the dark street at two am 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 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 (break) We are the sunlight we are the storm We're the idea and the form We are loving we are rape 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 So turn the heat up cause I'm feeling so cold Turn it up till it burns my soul 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 me like a slap in the face You're the dark horse I am the race Slow night in a desolate city Slow night Slow night Slow night in a desolate city ...