Get on tight, we're running out, I'll bet myself on it
An half time liar, an empty file, your self esteem
Age of the mine the paradise, there's something you've never did
Illegal desire, and empty file, a fatal kid
CHORUS
Slow down your soul
Get on tight, we're running out, they'll catch you on this dawn
A dangerous foal, my lovely hole, I've lost it in the crowd
Hey, your fool, that's not a spoon, don't put that in your mouth
A recognized idol, a fucking bad sign, witch of the south
CHORUS
That's why we're going down
CHORUS
Get on tight, we're running out, I'll bet myself on it
Down 3x