Created Friday 10/08/2007
Half a week before the winter The chill bites before it comes And I'm a child of the pleasure Daddy brings before he runs
He sits behind a desk of mahogany He whispers dreams into my ear And though I've givin him his empire He delivers me my fear
The unicorns are riding high Powerful in coats of white I turn to look and burn my eyes I carry on, I carry all the weight of empty promise As I stand swallowed by the light Flickering above the highway I hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight
The vampires are growing tired The coats of white all turn to red My heart burns with desire I carry on, I carry on
The unicorns are riding high Powerful in coats of white We turn to look and burn our eyes I carry on, I carry The vampires are growing tired The coats of white all turn to red My heart burns with desire I carry on, I carry on I carry on I carry on We carry on