歌词
作词 : Jacob Skinkle/Birk Preisler Bønløkke
作曲 : Jacob Skinkle/Birk Preisler Bønløkke
Animal
Shedding skin like a snake
Bicameral
Sometimes your mind is like a cage
Stamina
Just enough to feed your rage
Don’t be practical
I know you’d like to get a taste
Soft lips, with an appetite for lust
You can tell me that it’s love
Don’t need be a saint
Or a siren
Just say your name, and call you highness
No you don’t play, you keep it violent
Yeah you’re a sick sick freak and I like it
You’re not
Afraid to show your teeth like a vampire
The way you eat my soul I know you came from hellfire
I tend to lose control when you’re near you’re like a moon
And I’m a werewolf, no I can’t get enough of you
Soft lips, with an appetite for lust
You can tell me that it’s love
Don’t need be a saint
Or a siren
Just say your name, and call you highness
No you don’t play, you keep it violent
Yeah you’re a sick sick freak and I like it
You’re not a saint, saint, saint, saint
You’re not a saint nor a siren
Just need to call you highness
Might need to send me to asylum
But I’d die for it
Be a saint
Or a siren
Just say your name, and call you highness
No you don’t play, you keep it violent
Yeah you’re a sick sick freak and I like it
You’re not a saint, saint, saint, saint