Styling, you know you are styling
So turn to the mirror and blow yourself a kiss
It goes just like this
You've done it a thousand times
It's as easy as drinking wine, only now it's blood

Here [bad word] again
(treating you so kind)
Till [bad word] again
(leaving you no mind)

Your feelings, they flow without reason
So look to the stars above and
Blow it all away [bad word] without warning
Some call me morning,
I wipe all your tears away, the evil ones I kill

Here [bad word] again
(treating you so kind)
Till [bad word] again
(leaving you no mind)
Taking the form of pain this time
It never treats you unkind
Your followers, lead them blind
And suck away their lives
Cause yours depends on it

Here [bad word] again

Chasing the night away