Songtexte:
Count Your Blessings Our Fear Is Our Glory Ep

It's times like this that make it hard to breathe So anxious, so irresistible, it's what we need Blood, sweat, tears Only the strong survive Blood,

Whooaa! Whoa-oa-oa! Whoa-oa! Hey there pretty girl Won't you be my baby, my baby tonight When I kiss your lips (Muah, ahhh!) I want you to taste of me, well taste of me Your