Survival is so overrated All you get is a pain in the neck I think I'd rather succumb to a bite or a scratch Lay back, let the red do the rest
Just gimme your heart and I'll trade you my soul Just gimme those eyes and I'll show you the world
I wanna make you I wanna make you mine I crave you but I fucking hate you too Day of the dead, bang your head You're so damn pretty I could eat your smile I wanna break you, I wanna make you mine
Now comfortly numb I'm free Free from you, free from this In fact this life would be close to ecstasy If I didn't want you inside of me
Just gimme your heart and I'll trade you my soul Just gimme those eyes and I'll show you the world
I wanna make you I wanna make you mine I crave you but I fucking hate you too Day of the dead, bang your head You're so damn pretty I could eat your smile I wanna break you, I wanna make you mine
Full blown miracle Made to feel minuscule With this burden that we bare Fuck it all, we don't care
Compositores: John Per Emil Bengtsson (STIM), Karin Margaretha Axelsson (STIM), Nathan James Biggs (STIM), Robin Joergen Sebastian Sjunnesson (STIM)Editores: Edition Metallive World, Edition Prophecies Publishing (GEMA)Administração: Hanseatic Musikverlag Gmbh Co Kg (GEMA)ECAD verificado obra #11559198 em 03/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM