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Swerving in the Countach, I'm flying Got no license, always had my own driver I'm running all the red lights, I'm finally Feeling something that I never felt prior You want more life, meet this friend of mine Drop your acolytes, yeah, show us a good time You want more life, meet this friend of mine Drop your acolytes, yeah, show us a good time Chug, chug, chug Harvest that blood, blood, blood It feels so good, good, good You know you would, would, would Adrenochrome Adrenochrome I don't wanna have self-control I would rather feel something new than not feel at all I don't think that I could recall Was I always this tired? Has my high expired? Oh I don't wanna have self-control I-I-I don't wanna have self-contr— Aus Songtexte Mania