Lyrics: John RICCIARDI/Matthieu Kerberenes/Liam Caton Guinane
Music: John RICCIARDI/Matthieu Kerberenes/Liam Caton Guinane
Put you in the ground
Never found when we pull up
When the fever takes control
Dig a hole in your skull out
In the cold, I'm a foe
Iron smoke: spit the blood out
If I catch that extra chatter
Then we gotta smack the gum out
Damn, this lust for blood is a rush
Gettin' thirsty
Everyone you love, when I'm done
Gets no mercy
I'm a villain, be afraid
It's a raid, when we're coming
And it's 400 blows in the nose
And we runnin'
All I need...
All I need...
All I need is some of your witchery
Would you be my therapy?
All I know, I'm sick of this city
Would you be my therapy?
My mind is fading
I wish you could come now
And make me feel out of time
I need you to hear me tonight
I'd rather be lost with you
All I need...
(Do I want you or do I need you?)
All I need...
That's all I need
All I need is some of your witchery
Would you be my therapy?
All I know, I'm sick of this city
Would you be my therapy?
My mind is fading
I wish you could come now
And make me feel out of time
I need you to hear me tonight
I'd rather be lost with you