Mystery the Mother of Harlots I am drunken with the blood of the saints (Burst into flame) Mystery the Mother of Harlots I am drunken with the blood of the saints (Babylon)
Babylon Burst into flames
I’d rather be hated and debated than hold the truth back You’re jaded Invoking Satan won’t help you to get your groove back I’m naked, dancing frustrated The brighter flame has you faded Face it cunt you are dated Taste it cunt thats the flavour
Burst into flame
Babylon Burst into flame (Burst into flame)
She’s in me (She’s with me) Got me drowning As I burst into flame
So call me (So call me) Got me drowning As I burst into flames
(So call me) So call me And tell me I’m to blame
Mystery the Mother of Harlots I am drunken with the blood of the saints (Babylon, she’s with me)
Got me drowning As I burst into flamesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.