Exit signs, burning red

Paying fines, move ahead



Oh, I am the wicked one



Stringing bells on your knees

Decorate, so you please



Oh, I am the wicked one



Moderate how it's shown

Never leave it alone



I am the wicked one



Blind, blind

To the fence around your mind

Tied, tied

To the gate to be refined

Grind, grind

Paper-thin and very fine

Ride, ride

Through the windshield we all fly