let me try the taste of the devil let me burn my desires down burn my dreams in his flame let me be one of those sinners now who are speaking with their own ghosts just don’t let me lose in this game
my nervous transfusion is done your passion is faded out day by day I climbed from the cage to another one
can you feel the son of the devil there’s half an hour before the winter’s end the prejudices of any decision now which was born under wreckage and dirty snow just don’t take away my time that I was lent
my nervous transfusion is done your passion is faded out day by day I climbed from the cage to another one but I realised it is the same
my nervous transfusion is done your passion is faded out day by day I climbed from the cage to another one
my nervous transfusion is done your passion is faded out day by day I climbed from the cage to another one but I realised it is the same
my nervous transfusion is done your passion is faded out day by day I climbed from the cage to another one the same