歌曲 | In Bed with the Beast |
歌手 | Lureaway |
专辑 | Unchained and Soaring |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ivan Korkin/Jevgenija Korkina/Liza Nabatova | |
作曲 : Anton Kuptsov/Jevgenija Korkina/Liza Nabatova | |
All the lights will go off, | |
And so will our masks. | |
Inside you’re gentle, soft, and tender, | |
While I’m all thorns and fangs. | |
Don’t bother resisting, | |
Your soul is my prize. | |
I will suck all life from your willing lips | |
To eat you slice by slice. | |
You thought you were the hunter, | |
Ahead of the game. | |
Now - on your knees and weeping, | |
Obey me, my prey. | |
There’ll be no sweet caresses, | |
No kisses soft as silk. | |
I’ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
Engulf your soul and will. | |
Oooooh… | |
In bed with the beast. | |
I will take your naked body | |
And twist till it hurts. | |
On your back - trails, left by my nails | |
As flesh bleeds and burns. | |
You thought you were the hunter, | |
Ahead of the game. | |
Now - on your knees weeping, | |
Obey me, my prey. | |
There’ll be no sweet caresses, | |
No kisses soft as silk. | |
I’ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
Engulf your soul and will. | |
Oooooh… | |
In bed with the beast. |
zuo ci : Ivan Korkin Jevgenija Korkina Liza Nabatova | |
zuo qu : Anton Kuptsov Jevgenija Korkina Liza Nabatova | |
All the lights will go off, | |
And so will our masks. | |
Inside you' re gentle, soft, and tender, | |
While I' m all thorns and fangs. | |
Don' t bother resisting, | |
Your soul is my prize. | |
I will suck all life from your willing lips | |
To eat you slice by slice. | |
You thought you were the hunter, | |
Ahead of the game. | |
Now on your knees and weeping, | |
Obey me, my prey. | |
There' ll be no sweet caresses, | |
No kisses soft as silk. | |
I' ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
Engulf your soul and will. | |
Oooooh | |
In bed with the beast. | |
I will take your naked body | |
And twist till it hurts. | |
On your back trails, left by my nails | |
As flesh bleeds and burns. | |
You thought you were the hunter, | |
Ahead of the game. | |
Now on your knees weeping, | |
Obey me, my prey. | |
There' ll be no sweet caresses, | |
No kisses soft as silk. | |
I' ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
Engulf your soul and will. | |
Oooooh | |
In bed with the beast. |
zuò cí : Ivan Korkin Jevgenija Korkina Liza Nabatova | |
zuò qǔ : Anton Kuptsov Jevgenija Korkina Liza Nabatova | |
All the lights will go off, | |
And so will our masks. | |
Inside you' re gentle, soft, and tender, | |
While I' m all thorns and fangs. | |
Don' t bother resisting, | |
Your soul is my prize. | |
I will suck all life from your willing lips | |
To eat you slice by slice. | |
You thought you were the hunter, | |
Ahead of the game. | |
Now on your knees and weeping, | |
Obey me, my prey. | |
There' ll be no sweet caresses, | |
No kisses soft as silk. | |
I' ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
Engulf your soul and will. | |
Oooooh | |
In bed with the beast. | |
I will take your naked body | |
And twist till it hurts. | |
On your back trails, left by my nails | |
As flesh bleeds and burns. | |
You thought you were the hunter, | |
Ahead of the game. | |
Now on your knees weeping, | |
Obey me, my prey. | |
There' ll be no sweet caresses, | |
No kisses soft as silk. | |
I' ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
Engulf your soul and will. | |
Oooooh | |
In bed with the beast. |