"Creatures of the night understand the magic of the dark. While the days drag you down, the night makes your soul come alive... What a fitting song title, too. By the way, that's Fabs srceaming into his guitar pickups at the beginning."
No matter how the light comes in I'm visible in every way I better shut the curtains Just to hide the worst of me
The sun goes down Magnetic to my soul The sun goes down Now let the dice roll
I can't stand the daytime I need less light to breathe In moonlit places I'll carve my message on the trees
In the dark I was born In the night I was loved In the dark I lost myself I feel better in black Better in black Better in black
It feels like I am caught in clockwork And I'm running out of time The path of the sunlight keeps me From moving further down the line
The sun goes down Magnetic to the masks The sun goes down Ignoring all the tasks
Backstreet brawlers Dancefloor shufflers Drinkers dealers Hookers gamblers Whiskey feeders Lapdance creepers Mourning cats Hungry rats Gather 'round sing with me
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