Some things you do just to see
How bad they'll make you feel
Sometimes you try to freeze time
As though the slots were a blur of spinning wheels
But I am just a broken machine
And I do things that I don't really mean
Long black night, morning frost
I'm still here, but all is lost
Speed up to the precipice
And then slam on the brake
Some people crash two or three times
And then they learn from their mistakes
But we are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
Long black night, morning frost
I'm still herе, but all is lost
Feel the storm every night, hopе it passes by
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
Draw a white chalk Baphomet
Mistreat your altar boys long enough
And this is what you get
How bad they'll make you feel
Sometimes you try to freeze time
As though the slots were a blur of spinning wheels
But I am just a broken machine
And I do things that I don't really mean
Long black night, morning frost
I'm still here, but all is lost
Speed up to the precipice
And then slam on the brake
Some people crash two or three times
And then they learn from their mistakes
But we are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
Long black night, morning frost
I'm still herе, but all is lost
Feel the storm every night, hopе it passes by
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
Draw a white chalk Baphomet
Mistreat your altar boys long enough
And this is what you get
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