Song | Baiya |
Artist | Delphic |
Album | Collections |
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You wanted all the bip | |
You wanted all the | |
Glass eye, broken jaw | |
400 legs kick down my door | |
On my life I swear I saw: the city burn, the jackals crawl | |
Pre-chorus | |
Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
I never stood a chance | |
A waste of sympathy, but all your … | |
I’m not a saint, but you’re a sin | |
I can feel you creeping | |
Chorus: | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also … don’t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you’re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
You want it on the, on the, on the, on the | |
You want it on the | |
You cry-wolf, you get a … , don’t close your eyes, keep dreaming on | |
Heads will roll for what you stole | |
Keep playing your broken game | |
Pre-chorus | |
Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
I can’t escape the siren song | |
A waste of sympathy, but all your .. | |
I’m not a saint, but you’re a sin | |
I can feel you creeping | |
Chorus: | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also … don’t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you’re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also … don’t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you’re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
And now we’re standing back to back, to back, to back, to back | |
On an only stage the players play on | |
And you turn around and see, see ṗeople, free people stream | |
Forver folding into you | |
All hell, all hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also … don’t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you’re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you |
You wanted all the bip | |
You wanted all the | |
Glass eye, broken jaw | |
400 legs kick down my door | |
On my life I swear I saw: the city burn, the jackals crawl | |
Prechorus | |
Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
I never stood a chance | |
A waste of sympathy, but all your | |
I' m not a saint, but you' re a sin | |
I can feel you creeping | |
Chorus: | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you' re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
You want it on the, on the, on the, on the | |
You want it on the | |
You crywolf, you get a , don' t close your eyes, keep dreaming on | |
Heads will roll for what you stole | |
Keep playing your broken game | |
Prechorus | |
Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
I can' t escape the siren song | |
A waste of sympathy, but all your .. | |
I' m not a saint, but you' re a sin | |
I can feel you creeping | |
Chorus: | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you' re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you' re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
And now we' re standing back to back, to back, to back, to back | |
On an only stage the players play on | |
And you turn around and see, see eople, free people stream | |
Forver folding into you | |
All hell, all hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you' re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you |
You wanted all the bip | |
You wanted all the | |
Glass eye, broken jaw | |
400 legs kick down my door | |
On my life I swear I saw: the city burn, the jackals crawl | |
Prechorus | |
Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
I never stood a chance | |
A waste of sympathy, but all your | |
I' m not a saint, but you' re a sin | |
I can feel you creeping | |
Chorus: | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you' re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
You want it on the, on the, on the, on the | |
You want it on the | |
You crywolf, you get a , don' t close your eyes, keep dreaming on | |
Heads will roll for what you stole | |
Keep playing your broken game | |
Prechorus | |
Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
I can' t escape the siren song | |
A waste of sympathy, but all your .. | |
I' m not a saint, but you' re a sin | |
I can feel you creeping | |
Chorus: | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you' re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you' re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
And now we' re standing back to back, to back, to back, to back | |
On an only stage the players play on | |
And you turn around and see, see eople, free people stream | |
Forver folding into you | |
All hell, all hell is breaking loose | |
Do my fingers down my back | |
In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
From under you | |
All hell is breaking loose | |
As you' re breathing down my neck | |
Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you |