Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To
Night

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To
Night

Disease the virus is spreading in all directions
No safe zone no cure and no protection
No symptoms to find or signs of an infection
No vaccines remedies and no corrections
Quarantines the dreams and sell off our connections
Don't let em in not a friend not a reflection
Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept em if you wanna stay that's an exception
Appeal
The Heal
The I'll of this
Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance
The poor say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor aren't the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
Invented by the press
Just to have something to report
Some say the first case came from a maternity war
Some say em all some say the skies some say the floor
Whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores
And everybody is sure

The scientists said it only infects the mind
The little boy said it only infects the girls
The Preacher said it's gonna kill off the soul
A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To
Night

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To
Night

Believe some say the neon signs
Might allow speakers repeating
And everything is fine
A subtle silence
To demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass with no knowledge
And every freedom denied
Every dream is designed and broad casted
From the masters to the masses
From the antennas on top of the shrine
As far as the receiving planet during a panic is shorted
It reports back everything in your mind
Everything is lying
Everything is dying
Everything is a rule
And everything is a crime
Everything was healed
And everything rewinds
And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line

And she likes it
And she loves it

The savage
The madness
The bad shit
The lavish
The fastness
To clashes the ashes
To ashes everything in to twine
My fend fatal my darling fongoling angel
Once caught her changing her batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they made those

The scientist says she all inside mind
The little boy said "What happened to all the girls? "
The preacher man says she gonna kill off the souls
The dope boy said it's the whole wide world

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To
Night

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To
Night

Writer : PAULTRE, JACO WASALU
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group