Condition White

My aim is true, I swear it to you.
What monster it is?
An animal herd?
Sleeping in lies
Sleeping in dirt
A problem is
A problem is
God what a night
God what a night
God what a night
To create a dream across the world
It passes through and it goes off
Am I seeing things?
Is this real life?
I’m out of range
I’m out of range
God what a night
God what a night
God what a night
Blacking out
Blacking out
Blacking out
Blacking out
God what a night
What a soft bed
What hard loving we had
Our bodies mixing like rivers in our mouths
I said goodbye then to the merely human
So began my destruction
The flash on her face
Is that a gun shot?
Nothing sets me off like
Suddenly sharp, the thread of time snapped
Thinking it work to wake you up
The flash on her face
Is that a gun shot?
Nothing sets me off like
Suddenly sharp, the thread of time snapped
Condition white
Condition red
Make 'em pay
It’s all in your head
The failure drill
My aim is true
Condition white
God what a night
God what a night