Paroles de A Town Called Tribulation
Imprisoned in a tiger cage, where daily I'm fedA slow drip iv echo of everything that you've said
now my shangri-la is just a place where the dead
Rise up out of their graves to make a meal of my head
You will be mine
You've got me thinking of you all of the time
You've got me nervous and rehearsing my lines
In this witching hour now the stars have aligned.. It's our time..
Ashes rising in God's lonely skies
In a burning bed perfection lies
You know why I'm here and what I'm after
Now The prisoners become the captor
My manifesto's in it's final chapter
Slip the noose and pour some champagne..
Breathing heavy staring at the mess that we've made
Nuclear showers feel like hot summer rain
Stockholm syndrome's just a debt to be paid
You will be mine
You've got me thinking of you all of the time
You've got me nervous and rehearsing my lines
In this witching hour now the stars have aligned
Slip the noose and pour some champagne..
Breathing heavy staring at the mess that we've made
Nuclear showers feel like hot summer rain
Stockholm syndrome's just an amateurs game
Now your shadow is my valentine
I've Succumb to your whim
You've turned my blood into wine
Every breath your breathing out now I'm breathing in
Every move your slithering's a cardinal sin
You've got me nervous and rehearsing my lines
In this witching hour now the stars have aligned.. It's our time..
Ashes rising in God's lonely skies
In a burning bed perfection lies
You know why I'm here and what I'm after
Now The prisoners become the captor
My manifesto's in it's final chapter
Slip the noose and pour some champagne..
Breathing heavy staring at the mess that we've made
Nuclear showers feel like hot summer rain
Stockholm syndrome's just a debt to be paid
You will be mine
You've got me thinking of you all of the time
You've got me nervous and rehearsing my lines
In this witching hour now the stars have aligned
Slip the noose and pour some champagne..
Breathing heavy staring at the mess that we've made
Nuclear showers feel like hot summer rain
Stockholm syndrome's just an amateurs game
Now your shadow is my valentine
I've Succumb to your whim
You've turned my blood into wine
Every breath your breathing out now I'm breathing in
Every move your slithering's a cardinal sin
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