Texty: Eighteen Visions. Five O Six A.M. Three / Fifteen.

What are you swinging for?
Swing for the fences or sit down
Break the fence and then another
Bloody face, look away

Crying in an empty room
With nowhere to run
Stand on your platform
Today is your day, yeah

Touch the dying feeling
And the flame will burn you
Touch the dying feeling
And the flame will burn you
Dead, dead, dead, dead

You said it yourself
But you don't know what I've done
And you can't see this dream
That just won't leave me alone

My mind is fixed on this
My mind is fixed on this
My mind is fixed on this

The tracks desolate
With something to shock
I think I'm in shock
I think I'm in shock

Someone knows my sin
Now bury that thought
Someone knows my sin
Now bury that thought

Sick and sadistic
Moonstruck red
Moonstruck red
The blood drips

Sick and sadistic
Moonstruck red
The blood drips

The blood drips
The blood drips
The blood drips

And the blood falls from the sky
Ending my life there
Clouds, uncover, scared

Someone knows my sin
They witness, it's over
Someone knows my sin
They witness, it's over