The Horrorist - Run for Your Life

I feel the power, of overwhelming doom!
Do you feel the power, when I enter the room?

Everyone in America, run for your lives!
There's a billion gothic ravers falling from the skies...
Wearing big pants and trying to suck our blood.
Black flies are swarming the dead in the mud.

I am the essence of overwhelming doom!
Everyone that's near me, I will consume...

I'm a patent leather freak, on a New York city street.
Just standing on the corner, staring out at you!
The ravers are united, in secret record shops.
Sucking on amphetamines and plotting thier plots!

Everybody look! Up there in the sky!
I see god... god I want to fly.
Extacy, amphetamine, cocaine and crack...
I'm never coming down, I'm never going back!!

Everyone in America, run for your lives...
the darkest hour of man is upon us tonight!