I'm rolling down the neon streets
Right to the club to waves and beats
I take my spot and order drinks
What happens next - no way to think.
My heart is solid ice,
I'm chopping pieces
In maw of shining glass
The time is freezing.
I'm drowning in the crowd
Until I see them.
I ran out of my mind
My flesh is frisbee.
Chorus:
It's a battle on the bottom of bottle,
You've got a bundle of temptations in your wattle of bubbles.
And never tell your mama 'bout what happened "Budda's"
How those wingy naked ladies took you up to Valhalla.
The shots went out, I got some pills
My hands are cold, Sub Zero wins
But somethng changed I saw the wings
That took me out of crowd of sins.
My heart is a soft toy,
I'm swimming in the floor.
I'm Trojan horse of Troy
I won but wanted more.
Life's coming out of me
I started thinking
Of how it used to be
To live as Wing-King.
Bridge:
All those cards we play in this blindest game are cold deck.
Every time we pray, we find ourselves in cold graves.
Only when we fall, valkires pick us up to go on...
