End of the night, all I see are lights Sweat and smoke mixed with absinth This is what I always seek When the demons Blurs in neon Life begins just before the race
Ghosts We can never be like you Our day has passed It can never be day again
Ghosts We don't want to be like you We are fashion slaves Driving in the wrong lane
Dreary eyes, even sleepy still Evening arrives with a pill This is what makes me weak My lovely demons Turns the scene on Life isn't life until the race
Ghosts We can never be like you Our day has passed It can never be day again
Ghosts We don't want to be like you We are fashion slaves Driving in the wrong lane
