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