The XX get me through these nights.

Something is definitely in the air.

Air

Ensnare

Glare

Bare

Fair

Tell me baby, do you care?

Such curious stages, the beginning of this little flair.

Wednesday brings more time, curl your hair.

You know i'll be fucking debonair.

Will you continue to stare?

Locked up in that chair?

But we both know what we're thinking up there.

We're both pretty rare,

And we whana make those screams fucking blare.

Badder than a triple dare.

Had it with the gray mares.

It all became empty, boring air.

Come on baby, let me make you more aware.

NO ONE WILL BE SPARED.

You worth the fight?