Lyrics: Daniel Schnair/Rebecca Peters
Music: Daniel Schnair/Rebecca Peters
Blood on the mic, Life on ice, Call it paradise
Looking for a sign numb the mind on recycled time
Buried in the memory, hallin′ deep
Wolf is at your feet And suddenly
Caught in the light, Half alive, under watchful eyes
****er in for fun
Youth is always on the run
Rising with the same sun
Chase your fame or a gun
Three clicks to midnight, who's it gonna be?
Two shots to freedom, is it you or me?
Clock is ticking fast, there′s no coming back
Count down goin' 'round, pitch black
Count down goin′ ′round, pitch black
Count down goin' ′round, pitch black
Tomorrow never comes if you can't pay the price today
Take a breath, feet-first, ten floors down to break the chain
Death crashing on the reef, on repeat
Drowning in a memory, out of reach
Fight the feelings of fate in the air, ′cause of yesterday
****er in for fun
Youth is always on the run
Rising with the same sun
Chase your fame or a gun!
Three clicks to midnight, who's it gonna be?
Two shots to freedom, is it you or me?
Clock is ticking fast, there′s no coming back
Count down goin' 'round, pitch black
Count down goin′ ′round, pitch black
Count down goin' ′round, pitch black
Three clicks to midnight, who's it gonna be?
Two shots to freedom, is it you or me?
Clock is ticking fast, there′s no coming back
Count down goin' around, pitch black
(Pitch black, pitch black!)
Count down goin′ around, pitch black
(Pitch black, pitch black!)
Count down goin' around,
PITCH BLACK!!