Keeping on the outside
Glimmer in the moonlight
Only shadows tell where we are
Creeping on the edge of the dark
We feel warmth in the cold corners
Eyes in the back of our heads
We roll out when the day's over
Chasing silhouettes
When it all goes up in flames
We'll be the last ones standing
Be the last ones
City made of thin glass
Smoldering in pitch black
Sin so thick you can't see the stars
Can't tell good and evil apart