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 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 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 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