Angels With Filthy Souls

All I want is the burn in my throat
My lungs filled with smoke
To see the city lights through clouded eyes
There is such a thing as caring too much
I know now flawlessness isn’t perfection
Faster and faster, we’re on a crash course
Towards a disaster, there’s nothing stopping us
We are taking back the night
Even if it eats us all alive, as much as I
Hate to love and love to hate this place
I realize there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Wolves are on the run
There’s blood upon their tongues
Dressed up in suits of sheep
They fit in flawlessly
We are facing our total collapse
Past the point of turning back
Nothing will slow us down
So pour us one more round
CHUG!
We’re always aiming high
but always hitting low
We are taking back the night
Even if it eats us all alive, as much as I
Hate to love and love to hate this place
I realize there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Wolves are on the run
With blood upon their tongues
Dressed up in suits of sheep
We fit in flawlessly