S L A Y. Welcome to the part of the show where we fake it 'til we make it, oh. Living in the shadow is cold. Wanna burn bright, like the sunrise. 'Cause I close my eyes and dream in technicolor. I'm not the only one, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm reaching for the glory from the gutter. Let's show them how it's done. Come on everybody, let's go. We can do anything. It don't matter what people think. We'll keep slaying like 1999. Come on everybody, let's go. This is our universe. Feeling flyer than firebirds. We'll keep slaying it 'til the day we die. Come on everybody, let's.
Slay by Bonnie McKee















