Текст и слова песни Substances – Trapdoor
Lyrics by: Rory Winston
Painted in red
I'm on your blacklist
Wine tastes so sacred
When dripping from my wrists
You kill to kiss
Last temptation
A pain I can't resist
I'm consecrated
- bit like a Eucharist
I miss your fists
You are my trapdoor
I'll hang with you, I'm sure
You are my trapdoor
My way into the floor
Your name brands my arms
Like a stigmata
Extreme unction
Becomes a golden shower
You hurt to heal
It's all sour
Stain of grace
It burns red
Blackened face
Like the rest
The Stage fades
The gallows raised
Rearranged
We're enraged:
You are my trapdoor
I'll hang with you, I'm sure
You are my trapdoor
My way into the floor
My trapdoor
My trapdoor
Trapdoor Jesus...
Trapdoor Jesus...
My Trapdoor Jesus
Painted in red
I'm on your blacklist
Wine tastes so sacred
When dripping from my wrists
You kill to kiss
Last temptation
A pain I can't resist
I'm consecrated
- bit like a Eucharist
I miss your fists
You are my trapdoor
I'll hang with you, I'm sure
You are my trapdoor
My way into the floor
Your name brands my arms
Like a stigmata
Extreme unction
Becomes a golden shower
You hurt to heal
It's all sour
Stain of grace
It burns red
Blackened face
Like the rest
The Stage fades
The gallows raised
Rearranged
We're enraged:
You are my trapdoor
I'll hang with you, I'm sure
You are my trapdoor
My way into the floor
My trapdoor
My trapdoor
Trapdoor Jesus...
Trapdoor Jesus...
My Trapdoor Jesus
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