Sex n' Satan - Amoral

Here’s the thing with self-medicating

You live for the highs, you die from the aching

(Oh, how I enjoy the burn

Once it’s on there’s no return)

The rumours you’ve heard

Each one is true

The partying’s excessive, the methods all but new

(If it ain’t broke, don’t you fix it

No goddamn advice from the backseat)

Six-string razorcuts

Afterparty clusterfucks

Embracing the clichés, living the life

Think fast, look alive

These scars in my skin mark a time

And a place

A band of brothers

A punch in the face

(And I refuse to regret these

Fuck no, I refuse to regret these)

Not about to slow down the pace

To hold back would be a disgrace

(Ain't getting any younger here

Gotta get it all out before we disappear)

Sex N' Satan baby