who kills the monsters at my feet
you or the demons that you'll
meet
and who will cry out in defeat
when you're on your way to the
graveyard.

it's
always better in the place we know
with the radio on and a bit of blow
and the sirens blaring down below
can't hurt us.

Switching the light out don't hide your heart
your soul shines brighter every time you start
to fool me.