Say Your Number

It makes me feel like I'm going crazy And suddenly you don't think good of me Constant volume Buy the lady a drink my friend Spread out the night stand spirit team Now listen here The mark to greet the masquerade is here Violating lovers for their aim And plead for something more The cannot see It makes no different kind of sense That helps me to forget Say eighty-one, the cure for the seventeen kills Mind escaping It brings them through the dead So sorry to be It makes them feel like going crazy For they maim the way you see them think Remember your life before they take you in Dressed up in white and gone on pills Now listen nurse The bottle is empty and I'm feeling worse What's the time and let me see The light of day The night stand spirit team is near You too are welcome, take a face/mask Here's what she said to me Tray eighty-one, the cure for the seventeen kills Mind escaping It brings you through the day So sorry to be Like a shark who is seeking for it's trade He sit there dreaming of a woman's scent What is left is in front of his hand Tray 81, the cure --- Say Your Number - Volbeat