Small rays of purple neon lights melting down the sky Your words turn into hurricanes, oh baby But even though I rolled the dice and this heart shaped piece of gold Will guide me thru the darkest Night, I have no choice, my game is dumb You got me? Your eyes as bloody as Jupiter, you might be ruled by Mars Last of the beggars royalty, sweet baby However, i'll wake up alone, i'll feel crucified My tongue is jumping on razorblades. I'll show the world my game is dumb. You got me? Sick pigeons fluttering down the street, diving in my bones Lay back, enjoy the souvenirs: grenades and time bombs