Midnight
Time for a walk on the tight rope
The clowns are already warming up the crowd
The lights go down, a sudden rush of adrenaline
The fangs came out at last
Dare me You’re about to open a can of worms
Two bottles and a deck of cards
We want the same but yet we fight over as to how
Well, I’m fine with that
It’s warfare
As if there’s anything left to Left to fight for
Nobody seems to care
Been through all different kinds of hell
If I could only figure out a way back into now
Been through all different kinds of hell
If I could only figure out a way back into now
A way back to hell
10 A.M.
Time for the trial to begin
The goons are already trying to bribe the judge
The doors are closed, a sudden burst on anxiety
The fangs came out at last
Fuck you if you think you can threaten me You won’t get away with perjury
Was it you or did I get myself into this
Well, you’re about to loose
It’s warfare
As if there’s anything left to Left to fight for
Nobody seems to care
Been through all different kinds of hell
If I could only figure out a way back into now
Been through all different kinds of hell
If I could only figure out a way back into now
A way back to hell
Dare me It’s warfare
As if there’s anything left to Left to fight for
Nobody gives a shit
Been through all different kinds of hell
If I could only figure out a way back into now
Been through all different kinds of hell
If I could only figure out a way back into now
A way back to hell