White lines, cruel designs,

You just can’t get enough,
Flash of light, out of sight,
Now it’s in your blood,
Confetti nights, petty fights,
They always end the same,
You’ll do the same tomorrow,
You know you’ll never change

The next time you call me late at night
I just want you to know

Be careful what you wish for you might just get it,
If you think money makes you rich you might as well just forget it

Red wine, on the rug,
It looks just like blood,
Cold sweat, shallow breath,
One thing you can’t outrun,
Late nights, cruel delights,
It’s all got too much,
You’ve run out of patience,
Now you’ve run out of luck

The next time you call me late at night
I just want you to know

Be careful what you wish for you might just get it,
If you think money makes you rich you might as well just forget it

He got a sick note, he don't need opinion,
Got a policy novelty for the minions, all out.
No reason to shout about it.
He got new shoes, straight views, loved by legions
And an ever seemingly increasing loss of reason.
But hey, the world has to end some day.
God bless all of you keeping account.
Its about the damage limitation and the placement of doubt.
Slim times for the who where? who why? Who when?
And all the nonsense singing cavalries.
Its your ugly word now.
Conversation indicating self fulfilling prophecies,
If you cannot do, then stay away from teaching.
This inadequacy is spreading through genetically
End the surman, put an end to these proceedings
Woah woah woah woah
Put an end to the proceedings