Baiya

You wanted all the bip

You wanted all the

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

I’m not a saint, but you’re a sin

I can feel you creeping

All hell is breaking loose

Do my fingers down my back

In the tracks, also [?] don’t look alike

From under you

All hell is breaking loose

As you’re breathing down my neck

Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you

You want it on the, on the, on the, on the

You want it on the

You cry-wolf, you get a [?], don’t close your eyes, keep dreaming on

Heads will roll for what you stole

Keep playing your broken game

Now I was dead before I hit the floor

I can’t escape the siren song

A waste of sympathy, but all your

I’m not a saint, but you’re a sin

I can feel you creeping

All hell is breaking loose

Do my fingers down my back

In the tracks, also [?] don’t look alike

From under you

All hell is breaking loose

As you’re breathing down my neck

Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you

All hell is breaking loose

Do my fingers down my back

In the tracks, also [?] don’t look alike

From under you

All hell is breaking loose

As you’re breathing down my neck

Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you

And now we’re standing back to back, to back, to back, to back

On an only stage the players play on

And you turn around and see, see ṗeople, free people stream

Forver folding into you

All hell, all hell is breaking loose

Do my fingers down my back

In the tracks, also [?] don’t look alike

From under you

All hell is breaking loose

As you’re breathing down my neck

Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you