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Paroles #1 du titre Biscuit
I'm lost, exposed,
Stranger things will come your way,
It's just I'm scared,
Got hurt a long time ago,
Can't make myself heard,
No matter how hard I scream.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation.
Fully fed yet I still hunger,
Torn inside,
Haunted I tell myself yet I still wander,
Down, inside,
It's tearing me apart.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation.
At last, relief,
A mother's son has left me sheer,
The shores I seek,
Are crimson tastes devine,
Can't make myself heard,
No matter how hard I scream.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation
Stranger things will come your way,
It's just I'm scared,
Got hurt a long time ago,
Can't make myself heard,
No matter how hard I scream.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation.
Fully fed yet I still hunger,
Torn inside,
Haunted I tell myself yet I still wander,
Down, inside,
It's tearing me apart.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation.
At last, relief,
A mother's son has left me sheer,
The shores I seek,
Are crimson tastes devine,
Can't make myself heard,
No matter how hard I scream.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation
Paroles #2 du titre Biscuit
I'm lost, exposed,
Stranger things will come your way,
It's just I'm scared,
Got hurt a long time ago,
Can't make myself heard,
No matter how hard I scream.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation.
Fully fed yet I still hunger,
Torn inside,
Haunted I tell myself yet I still wander,
Down, inside,
It's tearing me apart.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation.
At last, relief,
A mother's son has left me sheer,
The shores I seek,
Are crimson tastes devine,
Can't make myself heard,
No matter how hard I scream.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation
Stranger things will come your way,
It's just I'm scared,
Got hurt a long time ago,
Can't make myself heard,
No matter how hard I scream.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation.
Fully fed yet I still hunger,
Torn inside,
Haunted I tell myself yet I still wander,
Down, inside,
It's tearing me apart.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation.
At last, relief,
A mother's son has left me sheer,
The shores I seek,
Are crimson tastes devine,
Can't make myself heard,
No matter how hard I scream.
Oh sensation,
Sin, slave of sensation
