resting himself on his crutches suspicious which are fake laughter was growing around in a stranger's house holding a stutter in his hand and carving his words to demand psychotic bionic he was as he splutters his words
touched by the freakbeat phantom, i'm holding on touched by the freakbeat phantom, i'm holding on i'm holding on
confusion cuts in the air if i was granted one wish i'd whisk off the girl with the white jeans for a singles night's bliss
revising thoughts in a stately home, as the party continues the bright light illuminates the the freakbeat illuminates the night
touched by the freakbeat phantom, i'm holding on i'm holding on