Saturdays they never end
Until you have enough to throw away your end
It’s not the deal they want you to make, but it's somehow attractive
Never waking up to the demons in the attic

Saturdays they never end
Until you have enough to throw away your end
It’s not the deal they want you to make, but it's somehow attractive
Never waking up to the demons in the attic

What will it cost me?
Will I hurt somebody?
Will the world just split and I will meet my maker?
I’m not the same, not who I used to be
Just locked in social centipede
My steps are blotted out nobody’s listening