Motherfuckers and gentlemen
One in a million times
You get closer to something
Closer to something
You get closer and it slips away, yeah
Fading three dimensional ways
While flies buzzing around your head
I see you ghost-pale
Sucking up to the black-laced mirrors
Much like a sapphire
Wind-up angels
Wind-up gods
Wind-up big shots
And wind-up dolls
Aren't we all the same
On borrowed time here
Aren't we all the same
On borrowed time here
The grand prix of self-destruction
Remember who you are
It's the effect you have on me
Sinistar
You're in a place you cannot escape
Well, it's your ninth circle of hell
Torn up inside, all torn up inside
It's your shadow and a great big L
The sapphire
The grand prix of self-destruction
Remember who you are
It's the effect you have on me
The grand prix of self-destruction
Remember who you are
It's the effect you have on me
Sinistar
Sinistar