Spin - Outrage, Peter Tägtgren

A melody, it comes to me

Words I’ve never seen in my head

A soup of hieroglyphs runs through my veins

Forms green angel wings

Now and then

My head’s a spin

Now and then

The nods come over you

Still crazy

Turn it up!

Still crazy

A magic carpet stitched with dice

For a psychic with grey mice

You’re up and then your down

Death turns tricks out all night

Now and then

My head’s a spin

Now and then

The nods come over you

Still crazy

Turn it up!

Still crazy

Give me something that is real

Give me just another pill

A melody, it comes to me

Words I’ve never seen in my head

A soup of hieroglyphs runs through my veins

Forms green angel wings

Now and then

My head’s a spin

Now and then

The nods come over you

Still crazy

Turn it up!

Still racing