Sons Of Apollo Asphyxiation
(Rump)
I'm lovin' the way that you're squeezing my soul, my insanity
And I'm needing a taste, I can't breathe, this suffocating desire, now dig
You're the devil I know, my consequential dichotomy
No remorse, now I see, you are now my disease born in fire, yeah!
Your deceit is your desire
You're my salvation
My new temptation
'Cause you're my asphyxiation
Under my skin, let the games now begin in your private hell
I am your lust, scream eternally under your spell, yeah!
My deceit is your desire
I'm your sensation
Your new temptation
'Cause I'm your asphyxiation
I'm your creation
Your new sensation
I'm your temptation
'Cause I'm your asphyxiation
Yeah!
(Rump)
(Are you devil of sanity?
Are you the bots of my dichotomy?
No remorse, now I realize
You're my insanity
Coiled in my fantasy
Now I suffocate
Now my consequence
And I want another taste!)
Yeah!
I'm your sensation
Your new temptation
'Cause I'm your asphyxiation
I'm your creation
Your new sensation
Your one salvation
I'm your temptation
'Cause I'm your asphyxiation
Yeah!
Yeah!
(Rump)
