Six round in the hands of a killer I am dangerous in your arms We are the midnight city siren On the back of wisdom Crying against the wasteland boulevard I am, I mean, you are with me Well, we are Ominous tonight Six strings in the hands of a poet I am poetry in your eyes So light me up with a song Stain the sky with my burning And I will not apologize Who's gonna cry if I won't? Who's gonna shine if I don't? Who's gonna bring it down? Where is the hope in this crowd of indifferent Where is the truth if it's not in my mouth I am, I mean, you are with me Well, we are Ominous tonight Six A.M. in the hands of the morning I am a skyline You are the Sun Deep between our meeting The heavens are receeding And the stars fade one by one I am, I mean, you are with me Well, we are Ominous tonight