I blow on the black time
Like river to the Sun
Low fist to hot to go
Love doom someone

My media trail vision name
Possessed me
Come on, how to go?
Made lonely dream

Yeah, is always real
Let the tide
Yeah, is always real
Always room at the top

No bag, evil lover
Free away up the deem
You be the cross for make main
Glamory your hands

She's lost a broken bone
Your body an a heat
When she's gone, chills bone change
A satisfied speak

Yeah, is always real
Let the tide
Yeah, is always real
Always room at the top

(Who, were we have here?)
(I make love your mouth)
(Ever your seen this before?)

Spin afflict, so tick on them
Until paradise
Lipstick can now conclude
So where, made denied

Yeah, is always real
Let the tide
Yeah, is always real
Always room at the top

Always room at the top
Always room at the top
Always room at the top
Always room at the top