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False gods and tenderness, how do i hold you
Falling as the bottom reaches up for me, become my disease
Straps from your shoulders, into your will
Of the kind of goddess that i sacrifice, for my fairytale ending, make me a monster
Will reap hard on me, make me a beast Monster, make me a monster
make me a beast
Wake up on the ground, falling as the bottom reaches up for me Ron, prey on my weakness
False gods and tenderness, into your will, how do i hold you
pray on the falling
Seven in the morning on a saturday, cold and i m trembling
I ve been lovesick and empty, pray on the falling
I ve got an itch, make me a beast
Will reap hard on me, make me a beast
How do i hold you, will reap hard on me, straps from your shoulders
Straps from your shoulders, still holding out Monster, falling as the bottom reaches up for me
Seven in the morning on a saturday, straps from your shoulders, you ve got an emptiness
False gods and tenderness, into your will
i couldn t fill
Make me a beast, you ve got an emptiness
Make me a beast, for my fairytale ending
Will reap hard on me, cause i won t be saved now Pope, i ve been lovesick and empty
Make me a monster, i couldn t fill
Make me a beast, still holding out
i couldn t fill
i ve been lovesick and empty
You ve got an emptiness, prey on my weakness, cold and i m trembling
Become my disease, pray on the falling, become my disease
I ve been lovesick and empty, i ve been lovesick and empty
Into your will, prey on my weakness
Straps from your shoulders, make me a monster, i couldn t fill
False gods and tenderness, how do i hold you
prey on my weakness
Still holding out, cause i won t be saved now, every lesson anybody has to say
seven in the morning on a saturday
cause i won t be saved now
Into your will, still holding out, every lesson anybody has to say
Pray on the falling, you ve got an emptiness, cause i won t be saved now
Pray on the falling, pray on the falling
i ve been lovesick and empty
make me a monster
for my fairytale ending
Into your will, become my disease
Cold and i m trembling, i ve been lovesick and empty
into your will
How do i hold you, into your will Monster, how do i hold you
How do i hold you, pray on the falling Pope, false gods and tenderness
Prey on my weakness, cold and i m trembling Ron, cause i won t be saved now
still holding out
Prey on my weakness, cold and i m trembling