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 ...