I feel good. I feel bad. I feel happy. I feel sad. Do you think I'm in love? (aahaah). I must be in love. . I feel rich (oh, la la la). I feel poor (oh, la la la).
Into the deep. the long forgotten sleep. You can feel that your eyes are shut closely now. Where do yu know. there's no-one that can know. As you lie you can try to be happy now.
I was sure I heard you singing. While my head was broken up. While my world in flames. Was rearranged. I'm still here. In a blazing forest fire. In a web of my own desire.
Christ burned me with his eyes. But I'm still alive. Welcome to the lungs of hell. Frost or fire, whatever you desire. Collector of souls, captor of sin.
When the sunlight breaks the dawn. The cross on which he's nailed drips with blood. His body is mangled, emaciated. The downfall, the final defeat. . The dark one is the night.
When your soul is free to wander, where would it go?. Do you think it is safe with God in heaven?. But what if the angels took over his power and might.
When she left me, she thought that I was hurting. She heard that I been crying to her friends. But the truth is I just got a new job acting. So any tear that rolls my cheek is just pretend.
They are coming after me. I hear them shouting angrily. Killing in the name of truth. "He has fallen from grace". . Can you hear the voices. Fear is in your blood.
For all your restlessness. and hatefulness. I want you back. I want you back. I want you. . For your forgetfulness. dead promises. I want you back. I want you back.
Pray that your family never forgets. The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste. Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill. He found solace in the act of infection.
[Spoken:]. A: "Oh, man.". B: "I know, do I scare you?". A: "Yeah, you do.". B: "I hope so.". A: "Why are you trying to scare me?". B: "Because I wanna bite you, man.".
Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies. That had knocked the pins down. As their shoes gripped the dirt floor. In the silhouette of dying. Dancing on corpses' ashes.
I-N-I-T-I, A-T-I-O-N. . Follow you home after every show. Perforated into tiny fragments. Heavy breathing's your new fan club. A john handcock with the safety off after every show.
Strip off the shell. Give me the honor. Walk into the middle of the road. Give me the honor. How does it feel. Give me the honor. How does it look down there.
So what comes now. Run through the answers and you can feel the scratching. Get down. . This breed bring it against so coy. A levitated incubation. Instincts with imprinted cryptic code.
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]. Yo, spill the juice, I'm wavey. My livin' room is crazy. I preed your life on Instagram. And niggas to fugazy. Gettin' millions from the Majors.
Esta vez yo les canto con dolor. Mi cantar tiene matices de tristeza. A quien le debo lo que tengo. Y lo que soy. Humildemente. Le dedico mi canción. .
1,2, You here the clock tickin'?. Tick-tock, You about to stop livin'.. Tick-tock, I want you to remember me.. Tick-tock, but the day don't have no memory..
Make up your mind. Don't you want me like I?. I wanna feel that. Touch that haunts me every night. It felt so right. . I just want you, you know why. I just want you, there's no hiding.