Back Seat Driver - Bubble Party!

This house tailored a sense of dread
Since the very beginning
And these flames giving out the worst of mysteries
The filthy runes, the splintered woods
And these flames giving out the worst of mysteries
I’m blinded
And just like that
I crashed into sweet slumber
And just like that
Danger ran amok
The fever designed a new crippled face
Around the amber cheeks
To the branches surrounding
The sudden calling
You are no match for the tempest to come
Around the amber cheeks
From the colors clawing
You are no match for it
The sudden calling
This house tailored a sense of dread
Since the very beginning
And these flames giving out the worst of mysteries
The filthy runes, the splintered woods
And these flames giving out the worst
(One hit!) An excess to the
(Two hit!) first-time impressions
(Three hit!) My body tangles,
(Down, down!) the witching hour
(One hit!) In a delicate
(Two hit!) fashion the host
(Three hit!) merges with him
(Down, down!)
And just like that
I crashed into sweet slumber
And just like that, danger ran amok
This fever designed a new crippled face
An excess, the first impression
My body tangles, the witching hour
And just like that, I crashed into sweet slumber
And just like that, danger ran amok
(One hit!) An excess to the
(Two hit!) first-time impressions
(Three hit!) My body tangles
(Down, down!) the witching hour
(One hit!) In a delicate
(Two hit!) fashion the host
(Three hit!) merges with him

Written by:
Carlos Velez

Publisher:
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