Глубокий бас — музыка для автомобиля

Moonlight sharp like a razor blade. Shadows stretch with a ghost parade. Feet hit the ground like a drumline quake. Can't tell what's real or fake. Eyes in the alley, they watch, they stare. Whispers in the wind like a wicked prayer. My breath fogs up like a ghostly sigh. Who lives, who dies in the blood-red skies? Shadow creeping in the night where the dark eats Up the light. Can't escape, can't rewind. Shadow creeping in my mind. Streetlights buzz like a warning hum. The past won't stop when the devils come. Footsteps echo like a clockwork beat. Every corner hides a mystery deep. Smoke rolls heavy like a serpent's hiss. Lurking danger tastes like this. The night won't sleep, and the city's alive. Phantom hands on the wheel as I drive. Darkness calling, calling my name. Every shadow plays the same game. Fingers snap like a ticking bomb. Tell me, where do I Belong?