13 Above The Night - My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

Time to go to a heavy place, to a heavy place

Time to go to a heavy place

We can feel the pulse of time

Naked in the make of lies

That suffocate and blind

We may burn, but we will shine

Let’s strip away the nausea

And rise above the night

Blow your sweet drug, my way

Psychomatic, baby

Blow your sweet drug, my way, my way

Psychomatic, baby, baby, baby!

Time to go to a heavy place

And once we’re there

We’re gonna let our hair down, baby

Bite the vein, feed the line, sit back

Sit back and watch the world go crazy

We can feel the pulse of time

Naked in the make of lies

That suffocate and blind

We may burn, but we will shine

Let’s strip away the nausea

And rise above the night

Blow your sweet drug, my way

Psychomatic, baby

Blow your sweet drug, my way, my way

Psychomatic, baby, baby, baby, baby!

Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get

Gotta get out, gotta get out from

Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get

Gotta get out from under the gun

Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get

Gotta get out, gotta get out from

Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get

Gotta get out from under the gun

The Kult is on the rise, and people are saying you better watch out before it’s

too late

Can you count the times in between

And just let everything else go

I mean, just let everything go

Sometimes, ever?

Okay, bye…