Desolate City - Gluecifer

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

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 (Slow night)

Slow night in a desolate city