album cover
Bottomless Pit
De gira
album cover
Bottomless Pit fue publicado el 6 de mayo de 2014 por Not Just Religious Music como parte del álbum Fear
ÁlbumFear
6 de mayo de 2014
SelloNot Just Religious Music
IdiomaEnglish
BPM129
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Letras

There is a man made from the Devil's hands
Cut from a cloth woven in the desert sands
He speaks in a tongue that no one understands
He looks like a demon but still acts like a man
He loves a woman born of the Devil's seed
She's got the kind of lovin' that a demon needs
Not one girl alive can bring him to his knees
Unless she's that angel with them black leather wings
You know he knows that she knows that they know where to go, below
They're going down to a bottomless pit
And they like what they find, it's designed to be fine for their kind
They're going down to a bottomless pit
She has the kind of lovin' that gets born again
Her soul is reincarnate from an Egyptian's
He asked "What's your thoughts on original sin?"
She said "I ain't Cleopatra, just her identical twin"
Cast from the Lord's kingdom where those angels sing
Those songs in the key of what salvation brings
One day the "Come on home" bells are gonna ring
But here's to hoping you can't hear them over my summoning
You know he knows that she knows that they know where to go, below
They're going down to a bottomless pit
And they like what they find, it's designed to be fine for their kind
They're going down to a bottomless pit
The Lord loves the light like the good Lord should
He loves his angels 'cause they all understood
The fact he made and raised them up from childhood
And can toss them in the fire like some old firewoood
Good God plucked the wings off his favorite son
Now what you think he don't like what he becomes
Some folks like the heat hotter than the sun
They like fire in their water and smoke in their lungs
You know he knows that she knows that they know where to go, below
They're going down to a bottomless pit
And they like what they find, it's designed to be fine for their kind
They're going down to a bottomless pit
You know he knows that she knows that they know where to go, below
They're going down to a bottomless pit
And they like what they find, it's designed to be fine for their kind
They're going down to a bottomless pit
Written by: Thomas Jefferson Cowgill
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...