Scrappy men army
Criminal mood in the sky a big full moon
Another bloody bad night another kind of light
Sun is still sleeping nightmares are running
You’re not dreaming you're fighting...
Scraggly smile scratched mind time distortion
Another one of those fucking mornings
And you die from the inside
The monster in the mirror is still laughing again
Can I talk to the scrappy men army who’s
Walking in your head?
I will put a bed of roses on your torture
I will shoot down the sleepwalker.
Dissimilar day in the room a ray of light
Another dirty way another kind of beat time...
Mister super gross plays to be the boss
He drives and you, you pulling down (down)...
Linear wave in the room a ray of light
Another pretty bay another kind of red line......
Mister super gross will never be the boss
Cause you're making your shooting ground (bang)