We are liars we are thieves 

Scheming dildos dressed like Keef 

Dealing tragedy and false beliefs 

We are liars we are thieves 



We're the dark street at two am 

The creeping fears yeah we are them 

So put your face on you ball of phlegm 

We're the dark street at two am 





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 



(break) 



We are the sunlight we are the storm 

We're the idea and the form 

We are loving we are rape 

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 till it burns my soul 

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 me like a slap in the face 

You're the dark horse I am the race 

Slow night in a desolate city 



Slow night Slow night Slow night in a desolate city ...