Sweet Eve
Sweet Eve - Beat songtekst
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A hunter now a taste for violence Peering through the empty silence Reaching back, look through the air for The one who looks so full of fear so I can get some piece of meat Dying of feeling the feeling to breed Passion holding to the silence and pain Keeping at pace with the whips and the chains Simmer the wax for the weekend bride and The tick of the time bomb that keeps your mind in Nothing to see Set you free Keeping the feeling Atrophy A hunter now a town's own mirror Another victim wanting terror A hint of interest clears the air for An invite to the lion's lair cause Maybe her daddy can't treat her like me Strapped to the bed with no reason to be Passion holding to the silence and pain Keeping at pace with the whips and the chains Simmer the wax for the weekend bride and The tick of the time bomb that keeps your mind in Nothing to see Set you free Keeping the feeling Atrophy