Running outta luck I'm at my wits end Have I lost the plot? Gonna kiss my cross goodnight
Drop in my last dime Just to hear that chime ring On my knees, I pray Need a big pay day now
We can make this right
In the dead of the night In the dead of the night In the dead of the night In the dead of the night, in the dead of the night
The superstition's at its peak Which side needs to be dunked in bleach? Which gollum's more wholesome? In all these memories Our country has so many friends We give them funds to kill some kids Whose gollum? We're gollum
Make my dreams come true Envision it, condition it Assistance is free Avoid the war inside And let the lie indulge and retrieve Destroy the corner stores and corridors When they ask us to leave Beneath the bottom of our mantra's written Burns like we need
Beneath the bottom of our mantra's written Burns like we need
I deserve a win Lemme get an amen Am I being played? Am I being saved now? What the fuck is this shit? Lemme get a witness?
We can make this right
In the dead of the night In the dead of the night In the dead of the night In the dead of the night, in the dead of the night
When I wake this time can I shake this? Fumbling the lines like I'm wasted I'm entertained and still in pain It's all just doom and gloom Hotel rooms, reduced rates Back up, don't touch me Stealing shit from me Taking up all my time Let me up the ante Genie, can you grant me Wishes that will blow my mind?
Dent, dimple, ding or divot My effort is ease Boot on my neck is your father Prayin' on his knees Losing my time is painless Losing my mind is blameless Blameless, blameless, blameless I was born inside the matrix They want me here because I hate this At least it's not the Middle Ages We didn't make it, go back to sleeping Go back to screaming The mind, it wants and only knows To sell itself another master
We can make this right
In the dead of the night In the dead of the night In the dead of the night In the dead of the night, in the dead of the night
In the dead of the night Feels like, feels like you can't persuade me In the dead of the night Gonna get this right, get what you gave me In the dead of the night Feels like, feels like you can't persuade me In the dead of the night, in the dead of the night Gonna get this right, get what you gave me
I was born inside the matrix
Compositor: Andrew Wells / Jonathan Mess / Matthew Mingus / Sergio Medina / William Swan