Feral children of the night
You're hungry - I get it
It's all been fashioned, so get in line;
Or draw one
It don't matter

Cos you got another itch to satisfy
Or just wait 'til your mother finds out
Cos you got another edge to round out
Or just wait till your mother finds out

Same old songs on the jukebox
Art that swallows its vomit, over and over

In the nose - Out the mouth
I just do what I can to calm down
Caught on the heels and yet somehow I stumble forth
Try to feed off a city
Whose blood's so estranged from the source
No, no, not anymore

Unsterile children own the night
With envy; no mercy
Said you got another self to express
You're so lucky you're in the right place

Same old routine to wear out
Revolving doors spin you dizzy into delirium

In the nose - Out the mouth
I just do what I can to calm down
Caught on the heels and yet somehow I stumble forth
Try to feed off a city
Whose blood's so estranged from the source
No, no, not anymore