Savages کے بول

As I cough out fire You’re lighting up And you burn me with every maybe And I cut the chords and I break the locks But I’m powerless in your slavery And I curse this hell And I hate your guts And I swear I will pay for this craving never again But we’ll be making love like savages I’ll lick the poison from right off your kiss Fall on rosy thorns for a taste of lethal bliss Oh, we’ll be making love like savages Savages Savages As I choke on flames You light up your torch Each of my defeats is your victory And I walk barefoot on a field of swords You have mastered the art of cruelty And I curse this hell And I hate your guts And I swear I’ll dance with the devil never again But we’ll be making love like savages I’ll lick the poison from right off your kiss Fall on rosy thorns for a taste of lethal bliss Oh, we’ll be making love like savages Savages Savages Savages Savages