In the dark of night a shadow flying Far above our range can't hear them crying When the dawn approaches They're headed to their home Sleep through
Ever get the feeling ideals can't take us where we need to go? Sometimes I'd like to just maybe squash your head, but next time that I see you I'll just
A symphony of fruite bats Wrapping on my window pane I ask them so gently To go away Please go away A symphony of fruite bats Wrapping on my window pane
You think they'll hit you but they won't You think they nest in your hair but they don't You think that feathers is what they got You think they are
bit of dirt She says, "Horror vampire, bat bite" She says, "Horror vampire How I wish those bats would bite" Whoah bite, whoah bite Release the bats and release the bats
Is this the end of it? Where smiles and tortured faces collide With the smell of your hair In the air subsides into fragrances of Occupied spaces And
tu veux qu'il t'aime Et qu'il ne soit qu'a toi Bats toi Bats toi encore Si tu veux qu'il devienne Amoureux de toi Bats toi Bats toi plus fort Bats toi
veux qu'il t'aime Et qu'il ne soit qu'a toi Bats toi Bats toi encore Si tu veux qu'il devienne Amoureux de toi Bats toi Bats toi plus fort Bats toi
s cracked Why don't you try to see the signs It's time to realise It's not that hard to see Just open up your eyes I've got bats in the belfrey Why
{Refrain}{x2} Je me bats, j'ai l'habitude D'avancer dans l'incertitude. J'ai garde la meme attitude, Je deploie mes ailes et prends mon envol. En l'
Cold as I am, I'm just doin' my best The best that I can, I'm just needing some rest The rest that I know, I've needed much too much Can you help me
Questioned, until I found what's mine Only given so many options, promised to work out fine Brought up, taught what to say We're all raised in tradition
Some people call me a nihilist Say I don't believe in a thing I know that can't be true Cause baby I believe in you (oh yeah) Cold, dark eyes, the deeper
[Chorus:] Darkness lives, in the heart of me Deep inside us all, darkness lives The thrill to kill like a love song The lust in us to destroy To strike
So sick of this culture Sick and tired of the tired and weak Nothing new on the market So sick of the words you speak I'm such a skeptic, so cold, when
In my history, certain things kept inside In my lifetime, certain actions I don't take pride Push it away, my solution, as a constant, everytime Communication