Here come the rising tide (rising tide) (You can't escape) The streets of persuasion Are plated with gold Your heart's in the right place, But you travel down the wrong road Like so many before you The gates open wide Let's go out tonight

Try me in the afternoon, bet you just can't get enough Try me in the evening, satisfaction guaranteed Ain't we all just looking for some loving tonight? Got a crazy feeling that I've hit you just right So try me in the morning when the sun comes rising

I can't get out or I'll die Just let me be I'll never be never Be prepared for Hell and I say oh well Just tell me when I can open my eyes and realize I've died Be prepared for Hell

Something takes a part of me Da boom na da noom na namena Da boom na ba noom na namena You and I were meant to be A cheap fuck for me to lay Sometimes I cannot take this place Sometimes it's my life I can't taste Sometimes I cannot feel my face

In your precious face But even in the dark I saw you were the only one alone But these hot gates you spent your victory on Though your swore you wouldn't do this anymore And I can't be for you all of the things you want me to But I will love you

Apocalypse is on it's way, we're all trained to be afraid Just animals that can't be tamed, we're all just savages Never know who you can trust, how far is hate from love I know that you've been bad, shame on you for what you did When will it be enough,

It’s bittersweet The wind whistling across my bottle still can’t blow away the sorrow That tomorrow you won’t be here with me I won’t forget the way you love me, the amazing way you love me It’s bittersweet, you see You’re not here but I can feel you

You can’t hide from me, There ain’t no tricks that you can try on me I know your every move before you even breathe baby Thinking you know something I don’t know But my eyes, my eyes, my eyes are like a telescope My eyes see You left your troubles in my

Before you were born, I was already sinning I can't even be your friend It's not because the light here is brighter That I could ever be your friend Your mama's got nothing on me Your daddy's got nothing on me And the world that sleeps in it's lunacy

Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out “wow!” Nicotine, can’t quit it How's business this morning? Pretty good Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She’s a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed