Minus 60 seconds.
Press record at high speed.
Night life.
Minus 30 seconds.
Check the arm.
T minus 10 minutes before launching.
Reboot.
3, 4,
5,
6, 7,
8, 9, 10.
Okay,
time out.
Now.
A little higher.
4, 3,
2,
1. Ignition.
Listen to me.
This is not a disco party.
This is reality.
No politics.
Only music.
Sound impact imminent.
Get ready for your night life.
Sunlight leaving all behind.
There's no turning back in my broken mind.
And my systems down.
I'm confused.
I'm confused.
You never saw me as I am really.
You never talked to me confidently.
You never wanted to be part of me.
Why, why don't you come in my night life?
Why don't you?
Why don't you?
Why don't you?
Why don't you?
Why don't you come in my night life?
In the darkest times, when no one's around.
When you're lost in town.
When you're lost in sound.
When you feel so down.
When you're on the edge of the throne.
Of the throne.
Everything in time, cause and takes what's mine.
Something that won't shine.
Harden you be light.
And I feel so down.
I will keep on walking my own.
My own.
My own.
You never saw me as I am really.
You never talked to me confidently.
You never wanted to be part of me.
Oh.
Why don't you?
Why don't you?
Why don't you?
Why don't you?
Come in my night life.