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)