Wicked
S.h.o.t.
Everywhere i feel your grab
All this is burning my brain
Tired of being a slave
Now i turn the game
All it you feel
Will never be important for me
Like a big loser
Thats the vision i have of you
All this is burning my brain
Tired of being a slave
Now i turn the game
All it you feel
Will never be important for me
Like a big loser
Thats the vision i have of you
Take me away, you ask me now
But i can be her undoing
You're burning, you're crawling
You're trying to kill me
Roll the dice, the time is running out
I'm wicked, i'm unholy
I can make you crawling 'on my feet
I can be worse, baby
Here i am again
To turn your life to nightmare
I'll be your sinful side
I'll use you til to get tired
I do not care about you
I wanna see you crying
So dear, don't look for my heart and
Welcome to the gig i've made for you
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