Ive planted a seed of disaster,
and its just the devils playground
when i saw it in your eyes, sir -
but there's no way to bind my hands,
'cause trust me I'm
not sleeping -- if I'm walking
in your head
yes, sir - pray for forgiveness
while your crawling back to her,
but she wont leave you breathless,
after i leave you sleep walking,
with a taste of poison honey, so sweet
how many cities.
for wonders that aren't my own,
how many deepened skyline,
when this creepin' feeling brings
my shadows around your head.
when every bed seems
like vast, desolate spaces
and the liqueur just another
traitor come the mornin' light,
keep on singing the blues baby,
I'm in Satan's darkest corners,
'cause trust me I'm
not sleeping -- if I'm walking
in your head
- rohe
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