John Cote

{Turn out the light  -  Becoming night}
 
We should not be in here
I guess that's why we did (oh yeah)
This place it haunts at night

You should not scream so loud
We're not caught yet   (oh no)
Dark halls they creep with fright
 
Sixteen years
Of dancing fears
No one has left alive
 
We've outgrown drugs and sex
Gonna stare at death  (oh yeah)
That way we feel alive
 
I hear them now
Hidious things!     sssssss
It's time to Do or Die!
 
Want to take that detour  of our mind
Want to face the evil     of this kind
 
Jaded by the boredom
of daily suicide
Living brief true moments
with nothing left to hide
 
Want to take that detour  of our mind
Gonna face the evil       of this kind
 

 
We clasp each other tight
It's blood smells sweet    (oh yeah)
So green and hot like me
 
I jab my knife in it
but more join around      (oh no)
They're coming from behind!
 
I strike out
But more come about
Teeth they rip my flesh...
 
Worlds of hot fire  sear my mind        
Shades and shutters... falling blind...
 
Want to take that detour  of our mind
Want to take that detour  of our mind
Wanna take that detour!
Take that detour!
Take that detour  of your mind...
 
...of your mind...
...of your mind...
...of your mind...
... your mind...