look like you can stand it Yeah, I have the right to stand here and demand it And just like you the softest earthquakes shake me out Of bed at midnight
we ballers for real (Ridin' ride on what we be?) For real, I got it bought you the blue steel Cowards hit the panic button Thinkin' that it was what
happen In a girl panic, that's driving naked through my mind It's a crush panic, she's got me atomized In a girl panic, the midnight traffic in her
I hear screams at midnight, you're bitin' the dust, 'cause my voice is cursed, so dangerous that your mind busts, A brain panic, so gigantic, a skitsofrantic
I can see it in your eyes I'm not suprised As you cross your heart and hope to die Living your life on the edge of panic But still you manic
try Lullaby, lullaby Lullaby, lullaby Panic is a shotgun I don't know if I can get you out of this one But you can call me up at twenty after midnight
the people of Rome all gathered in the dark and cold to watch a great clock's hands ending the dial's top thousands of eyes hypnoticed by the midnight
your last chance but you might find out In the ocean of the dark and doubt Past the panic, through the tears The sharp shackle of the phantom fears Gives
Profile's kept low, more dough than Barry Manilow Fly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jars To earn respect, collectin' bar fight scars Slick talkin' with a chick when I'm walkin' Midnight
Minutely planned professional crime Assassination at night Cold-blooded killers on a midnight hunt For a girl who cannot fight Kidnapped, tortured, skinned
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk Mountains echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks They place their faith in oaken doors,
cause i scare her Im quick to blast motherfucker (yeah whats up) it feels like im bustin a nut when i open you up cause your body is exposed to the midnight
momma cause i scare her Im quick to blast motherfucker (yeah whats up) it feels like im bustin a nut when i open you up cause your body is exposed to the midnight
Listen to the horror of Satan sea Listen to the guns of Superman Well, I say return to a platinum stranger Hooked on the enemy under your skin Panic,
Listen To the horror of satan sea Listen To the guns of superman Well I say Return to a platinum stranger Hooked on The enemy under your skin Panic Despite
- seagulls fly and in the heavens play, Yet even angels stoop and still pick nothing up they say. There are things far more sinister that haunt the midnight
shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle I?ve sworn to kill every last one Every last one Panic in the shakes of the wounded Panic