Yeah.

I wouldn't say that it's heaven nor will I say that I return.

I wouldn't say I'm up to nothing nor like I'm down to earth.

Hell is pretty close because of the actions of my living.

I'm aware that when I find it, I'll hear my ideal singing me in, repping me in, dungeoning me in, shunning me in, painting me in.

And inspired by the sin of sending cheat codes for us to deliver any end.

They're the blueprint, I'm just the beginner with an agreement.

I agree to make an appearance, so here I am.

Where's the afters?

I might pass through, who got a...

I'm looking for the end to the night.

I'm keen to pursue.

Where's the afters?

I might pass through, who got a...

I'm looking for the end to the night.

I'm keen to pursue.

Send the address please.

Might have guests with me.

Might be coming empty-handed but the alchemist said test me.

Pause, stop, it's just hidden, I'm evolving, I'm committing, I'm eluding from the enemy, hold tight, this my legacy.

Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady, eighty, eighty, eighty, eighty, eighty, picking my leave for Irish exit, feeling relief when death spreads its head.

Blinded by the weight.

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm rude, maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm flawed.

Where's the afters?

I might pass through, who got a...

I'm looking for the end to the night.

I'm keen to pursue.

Where's the afters?

Afters.

I'm looking for the afters.

Afters.

Ready now, ready now.

Ready now, ready now.

Ready now, ready now, not ready to call, not ready to sleep.

Ready now, ready now. Catch me now, catch me now, catch me now.

Ready now, ready now, not ready to call, not ready to sleep.

Where's the afters?

I might pass through.

I'm looking for the end to the night.

I'm keen to pursue.

Where's the afters?

I might pass through, who got a...

I'm looking for the end to the night.

I'm keen to pursue.