Insects Songtext
von Toyah
Insects Songtext
Winded nights, doors at midnight
Slams abuse into a broken street
Streets, sparks and neons
Back to life
Born to the city
We are children in flames
Marching from the sewers
Of the dark and insane
Our excuse is satanic saints
Just satanic saints
Satan′s little baby saints
Penetrate your wall, slip inside
Set your soul on fire with cyanide
In your bluey flesh, a seed will hide
Juvenile your body, gonna fight for our side
Living dead, they cannot die
Living, living won't survive
All that′s left is suicide
Life is lonely in this empty town
I'm just hanging around
Time's too gross to suicide failure
I′m just another ghost of another failure
I′m still alive, insects crawl all over me
They're crawling up my legs
All over my body, they′re inside of me
Bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite
Time's too gross to suicide failure
I′m just another ghost of another failure
I'm still alive, insects crawl inside of me
Insects are biting me
Slams abuse into a broken street
Streets, sparks and neons
Back to life
Born to the city
We are children in flames
Marching from the sewers
Of the dark and insane
Our excuse is satanic saints
Just satanic saints
Satan′s little baby saints
Penetrate your wall, slip inside
Set your soul on fire with cyanide
In your bluey flesh, a seed will hide
Juvenile your body, gonna fight for our side
Living dead, they cannot die
Living, living won't survive
All that′s left is suicide
Life is lonely in this empty town
I'm just hanging around
Time's too gross to suicide failure
I′m just another ghost of another failure
I′m still alive, insects crawl all over me
They're crawling up my legs
All over my body, they′re inside of me
Bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite
Time's too gross to suicide failure
I′m just another ghost of another failure
I'm still alive, insects crawl inside of me
Insects are biting me
Writer(s): Peter Bush, Joel Harold Bogen, Toyah Wilcox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

