Motherfuckers and gentlemen
 One in a million times
 You get closer to something
 Closer to something
 You get closer and it slips away, yeah

 Fading three dimensional ways
 While flies buzzing around your head
 I see you ghost-pale
 Sucking up
 To the black laced mirrors
 Much like a sapphire

 Wind-up angels
 Wind-up gods
 Wind-up big shots
 And wind-up dolls
 Aren't we all the same
 On borrowed time here

 Remember who you are
 It's the effect you have on me
 Sinistar

 You're in a place you cannot escape
 Oh well
 It's your ninth circle of hell
 Torn up inside
 All torn up inside
 It's your shadow and a great big L

 The sapphire

 The Grand prix of self destruction
 Remember who you are
 It's the effect you have on me
 The Grand prix of self destruction
 Remember who you are
 It's the effect you have on me
 Sinistar
 Sinistar