You caught me on my way to destroy stages
You stopped
Everyone down on the floor
No sudden moves and lock the
Night falls like a vulture
On it's prey, wicked culture
Black pitch
They dance all night and sleep all day
They live for
We drove through misty canyons
Our destination seemed resolved
But through high
I've got a monster to tame
It looks a lot like
You want my head in a basket
This town ain't big
Your worth is so much more than words
I know the
I'm analog two inch tape
Vintage warm with a potent
Hiss venomous
Smile wave, convince the sanctuary our charade
Though you're the object