My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
13 Above the Night
Time to go to a heavy place.
We can feel the pulse of time.
Naked in the make of lies,
That suffocate and blind.
We may burn,
we will shine.
Let`s strip away the nausea,
And rise above the night.
Blow your sweet drug my man.
Psykomatik baby.
Time to go to a heavy place,
And once we`re there,
We`re gonna let our hair down, baby.
Bite the vein, feed the line, sit back,
And watch the world go crazy.
Gotta get out from under the gun.