LYRIC
It's the bad, last taint of habitual reason.
Realists the shoot the fame into Shame.
I feel your taste enclosed New hills feed the world it's open sore.
[Pre-chorus] The way you feel inside…
The Taste so Burning Bright
Lured into you…
This Shifting Flux Inside…
[Chorus] Come Feel Me!
[Verse 2] The soul in you… My Mind glows
Your fisting touch, To fore go
Itch my pain, red twisting nails bleeding.
Freeing me… I can save you mind
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[Bridge] It's up to you now! The way you want.
The itch you soothe now, the fix, you drug.
Come Feel Me
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