We are immortal We rise from the wraith We are eternal You are my blood legion Tonight, it feels like a good day to die Tonight, it feels like a good day to rise Tonight, we live Tonight, it feels like a good day to fly

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

That's just like you to tell me I've nothing to fear Now it's easy for me to see It couldn't be that easy It'd have to be much harder You baby were like the sky You held me up to let me fly I am a broken house I'm holding on to broken vows

We'll find a way Let me be the one who shines with you I dream of you and all the things you say I wonder where you are now? Slide in baby together we'll fly Now that you're mine Of chasing the sun

Over the winds They dwell in light Water of chaos Have invaded all space The flood on earth again I have to find the whales That once did guides us To dry lands of life I won't despair

We will shine, we will shine We will fly so high When our souls were introduced No one of us could ever know What we will be going through Feeling high, feeling low Been in hell, been above Cried for help, cried for love And when darkness sleeps beside

Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all You always second guess, wonderin You don't understand what it is That makes me tick But you wish you did

Flyin' autopilot (woo), don't need no stylist (no) Trappin' while I'm driving (trappin'), park it on the island (skrrt) I didn't graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up) Park it, park it, park it (skrrt) Everybody know we workin' (work)

So we’re feeling like gold Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated Oh, oh, oh, oh, Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Everything is gold,

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like why'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks