[bad word] and gentlemen
One in a million times
You get closer to something
Closer to something
You get closer
And it slips away, yeah

Fading three dimensional ways
While flies buzzing around your head
I see ghost pale 
Sucking up
To the black lace mirrors
Much like a sapphire

Wind-up angels 
Wind-up gods
Wind-up big shots 
Wind-up dolls
Aren't we all the same
On borrowed time here

The Grand prix of self [bad word] Remember who you are
It's the effect you have on me
Sinistar

You're in a place you cannot escape
Oh well 
It's your ninth circle of [bad word] Torn up inside
All torn up inside
It's your shadow a great big L