A syringe full of disco ball lightnAnother binging Saturday nightn(Empty of you, leave it all behind)nnGonna trip on a laser designnGonna sip on your sweat tonightn(Improvise and fill your eyes)nnThen it comes, somewhat indigonLight shine on my morose state of mindnThat I lovenAlmost trance-like kind of numbnOne with this paradise I've becomenI'm gonennCigarettes so they catch the blindnSmell the fleshnWhen I stumble insiden(Empty of you, leave it all behind)nnOne more hit to kick in the highnOne more fix to cross the linen(Improvise and fill your eyes)nnThen it comes, somewhat indigonLight shine on my morose state of mindnThat I lovenAlmost trance-like kind of numbnOne with this paradise I've becomenI'm gonenn-Guitar solo-nnRest my head on a DJ's shrinenThat will do, last call tonightnnThen it comes, somewhat indigonLight shine on my morose state of mindn(Shine on, shine on, shine on)nThat I lovenAlmost trance-like kind of numbnOne with this paradise I've becomenI'm gone