It is a dream I don't believe in
Nothing stops the chiming of my brazen heart
'Cause I'm a wicked white crow
Ship without a haven
Delirious scream it's a dream
My blood stains the alcohol drains
My memory and my past, fast
The bottle's my witness of
Sinking white skeletons waiting in vain for
Phoenix takeoff
Feel "you've got it" what's real
And don't you let the h-y-p-e
Drag you to hell
My mistresses buried in wastelands of love
Get ready, get ready, yeah
Phoenix takeoff
You've got it
You've got it
You've got it
Takeoff
Say (you've got it)
To feel (you've got it)
What's real (you've got it)
Say (you've got it)
To feel (you've got it)
What's real (you've got it)
Say (you've got it)
