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• Artiste: Zheani
• Titre: Tarantulas
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I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from my bed I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from under You build me up and break me down Then turn and tell me it’s irrelevant You speak the truth but never kind There's revelations in your eyes I seep down to the back of my mind I'm a one eyed woman in the land of the blind The end is nigh, I've seen the signs An eye for an eye, trade yours for mine The fire that burns, she burns inside Om krim kali a thousand knives Give me the strength to burn these lies The weakness in my soul, it dies I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from my bed I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from under I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from my bed I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from under You fan the flames, I'm burnt alive Then born anew baptised in fire A molten lake, a lying snake I'm turned to stone, standing alone The people moan, the people quake I feel at home burnt on the stake You speak the truth but never kind There's revelations in your eyes I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from my bed I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from under I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from my bed I will tear at your webs till I'm dead (till i’m dead) I will lure you out from under The fire that burns, she burns inside Om krim kali a thousand knives Give me the strength to burn these lies The weakness in my soul, it dies The fire that burns, she burns inside Om krim kali a thousand knives Give me the strength to burn these lies The weakness in my soul, it dies