[Verse 1] Agitated, suffocated, suffocating in the heat, Are you bitter, are you bitter, or just dragging both your feet? I was walking, I was talking to a ghost upon the street, Counting numbers, losing slumbers, falling out of beat. Devastated, complicated, fading on the floor, Is it danger, is it anger standing at the door? Saw a shadow, saw a shadow slipping through the hall, Leaving static, purely manic, scratches on the wall! [Chorus] And the floorboards shake while the ceiling's turning red! There’s a fever, a deceiver, sleeping in my bed! Yeah, you’re holding out for magic while you’re running out of time, Just a sinner, not a winner, stepping off the line! Stepping off the line! [Verse 2] Fascinated, aggravated, waiting for the spark, Are you nervous, do you serve us, lurking in the dark? Got a copper, got a copper wire in my head, Hearing whispers, hearing whispers, words nobody said. Calculated, isolated, sitting in the rain, Trading seconds, trading seconds for a little pain. Got a habit, gotta have it, reaching for the brake, While the tension, the invention, keeps me wide awake! [Chorus] And the floorboards shake while the ceiling's turning red! There’s a fever, a deceiver, sleeping in my bed! Yeah, you’re holding out for magic while you’re running out of time, Just a sinner, not a winner, stepping off the line! Stepping off the line! [Bridge] (Guitars drop out; a thumping bass and dry snare drum keep the fast pace) Disconnected, unsuspected, watching from afar... Are you broken, are you spoken, fading like a star? Press the pedal, heavy metal, crashing through the screen... Best mistake you’ll ever make, worst you’ve ever seen! [Guitar Solo] (Unhinged, pitch-bent garage-rock solo with heavy fuzz and ringing feedback) [Chorus] And the floorboards shake while the ceiling's turning red! There’s a fever, a deceiver, sleeping in my bed! Yeah, you’re holding out for magic while you’re running out of time, Just a sinner, not a winner, stepping off the line! [Outro] Step off the line... Fading on the floor. Yeah, isolated, aggravated, running out the door! (Ends abruptly on a loud cymbal crash and raw amp buzz)
