Lookin' through these black amphetamine eyes, And I'm burning all my bridges right to the ground 'cause its a bitch, 'cause i feel twenty-two storeys high And its such a nightmare coming down in london town
'cause i've got lucifer rising in my head I've got lucifer rising in my head 'cause i've got lucifer rising in my head I've got lucifer rising in my head
Gimme your needle, in a soft-machine I flex my muscle and I can see for miles 'cause there's a stalker in my midnight acid dream And it looks like i need it
'cause i've got lucifer rising in my head I've got lucifer rising in my head Like a snake he's rising from the dead 'cause i've got lucifer rising in my head
Give me your needle honey, give me your crack Give me your needle honey, give me your crack Give me your needle honey, give me your crack Give me your needle honey, give me your crack Give me your needle honey, give me your crack Give me your needle honey, give me your crack
Lookin' through these black amphetamine eyes, And I'm burning all my bridges right to the ground 'cause its a bitch, 'cause i feel twenty-two storeys high And its such a nightmare coming down in london town
'cause i've got lucifer rising in my head I've got lucifer rising in my head 'cause i've got lucifer rising in my head I've got lucifer rising in my head
Lucifer's rising I said lucifer's rising Lucifer's rising Lucifer's rising
Sometimes, When I wake at night, I feel that nothing on Earth, Could ever hurt me.
Sometimes, When I know my mind, I feel like nothing I say, Could ever deserve me.
I'm stood on the tip of my own tounge, I'm caught in the space between the concept and the execution, I'm stuck in the back of my own throat, I'm stuck in the void between the instinct and the institution.
It's more than for Capulet, takes more that a dictionaire.
Sometimes, when I wake at night, I feel that nothing on Earth, Could ever hurt me.
Sometimes, When I know my mind, I feel like nothing I say, Could ever deserve me.
I'm stood on the tip of my own tounge, I'm caught in the spae between the concept and the execution, I'm stuck in the back of my own throat, I'm stuck in the void between the instinct and the institution.
It's more than for Capulet, takes more that a dictionaire.
Sometimes, When I wake at night, I feel that nothing on Earth, Could ever hurt me.
Sometimes, When I know my mind, I feel like nothing I say, Could ever deserve me.
Sometimes, When I wake at night, I feel that nothing on Earth, Could ever hurt me.
Sometimes, When I know my mind, I feel like nothing I say, Could ever deserve me.
