Contactez-nous

• Artiste: White Buffalo (The)
• Titre: The Rapture
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Well, I'll tell you I got secrets, I know you got yours too But mine are a little more sinister, done things I can't undo I bury all my secrets In the deep, dark woods of the pines Covered in mud and timber, they come calling me at night They say, "Come to the rapture We'll fill up your soul" You better come to the rapture Calling me back home So, I stifle all my urges but the poison only grows The hunger boils inside of me 'til the evil overflows Come to the rapture Filling up my soul Here comes the rapture, whoa! I lose all control, ha! Wahoo Wahoo So, I hunt the streets for idle beasts baited by my Lord Drag 'em to the ground and I sink my teeth, feast on a flesh so warm Here comes the rapture, whoa! I'll fill up your soul Well, here comes the rapture, whoa! I've lost all control Here comes the rapture Filling up your soul Well, here comes the rapture, whoa! I've lost all control I've lost all control I've lost all control I've lost all control