Warned
I was warned against this
By my father
Son come to your senses
Boy
Don't go near the city
It will bring you heartbreak
And it won't be pretty
I was running for my life
When I saw this
Like a child in a dream
Full of fright
While all the sunshine babies
Keep on crawling from the night
I am always at my best
In the moonlight
Born
I was born into this
First time I saw her
I knew I won't get through this
Girl
How'd you move right through me
I was a goner
For you dancing so foolish
I could tell you about the night I was slighted
How it filled me with a darkness, hate and spite
Love turned me into something
That can still scare me sometimes
But it only comes back out in the moonlight
I am The Midnite Machine
The strong only survive
But the weak are living
All the creatures of the underworld
Got no use for forgiving
I'd say you better keep you're chin up
When you're talking to me
You say that you'll be good in a week
But you couldn't know the meaning of these words that you speak
I'm gonna show you a good time even if it kills us
All through my city of the night I'll be your guide
By fate's hand I was chosen
To live one eternal life
As the prisoner and crown prince of the midnite
I am the Midnite Machine
Let's give it up for the old sly dogs
If they foold me once
Then they fooled me a million times
So convincing when they lie
Let's give it up for the old sly dogs
Who told me love is patient and it's kind
You're so pretty when you cry
The most sinister of cynics get you laughing as you die
They live to watch the light fade from your eyes
But these bloodveins keep pumping
Though the well is running dry
Cause this engine only runs on the midnite
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