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He want it on the - bip He want it on the - bip Glass eye, broken jaw 400 legs kick down my door On my life I swear I saw The city burn, the jackals crawl Now I was dead before I hit the floor I never stood a chance A waste of sympathy, but all your effigies I'm not a saint, but you're a sin I can feel you creeping All hell is breaking loose I feel your fingers down my back Leaving tracks, house of cards gonna collapse from under you All hell is breaking loose Feel you breathing down my neck Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you All hell is breaking loose I feel your fingers down my back Leaving tracks, house of cards gonna collapse from under you All hell is breaking loose Feel you breathing down my neck Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you He want it on the - bip He want it on the - bip, on the, on the, on the He want it on the You cry wolf, you get wolf Don't close your eyes, keep dreaming on Heads will roll for what you stole Keep playing your broken game I was dead before I hit the floor I can't escape this siren song A waste of sympathy, but all your effigies I'm not a saint, but you're a sin I can feel you creeping All hell is breaking loose I feel your fingers down my back Leaving tracks, house of cards gonna collapse from under you All hell is breaking loose Feel you breathing down my neck Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you All hell is breaking loose I feel your fingers down my back Leaving tracks, house of cards gonna collapse from under you All hell is breaking loose Feel you breathing down my neck Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you Feel, feel your fingers down my back I feel you breathing down my neck I feel your fingers down my back I feel you breathing down my neck Now we're standing back to back, to back, to back, to back On a lonely stage the players play on And it's around and see, and see people, see people, free people scream Forever folding into you All hell is breaking loose I feel your fingers down my back Leaving tracks, house of cards gonna collapse from under you All hell is breaking loose Feel you breathing down my neck Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you All hell is breaking loose I feel your fingers down my back Leaving tracks, house of cards gonna collapse from under you All hell is breaking loose Feel you breathing down my neck Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you |