Got a sense of belief
Got a smell of the soil
Got a mind
Got a villain inside
He says, "to the victor the spoils."
Got a mind I gotta crucify
I've got money to make
Call a friend, full of fire himself
He says, "Can you feel the fangs?"
Cuz it's the right time of night
Right time of night
Caught a scent of the living
All the people who pray
Carrying their pitchforks
And burning up in the flames
Cuz it's the right time of night
Right time of night
The smell of time and innocence
Search inside the depths to feel the pain
Of way too much
I'd settle for the least of these
Wipe my eyes and turn my back to say
"You're good enough."
Got a history of violence
And a vision of love
This time I cannot deny myself
I've got a thirst for the blood
Cuz it's the right time of night
Right time of night
Cuz it's the right time of night
Right time of night
