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How come what's wrong with you? Darling faces all strung with frowns Let's do what devils do Hiding in shadow, no one's around Why can't I torture you? Giving pain, you take it away The little things you do Simply, I love your evil ways (your ways, your ways, your ways-) Prey for me I think I owe you an apology Somehow you bring the violence out in me I'm just a shell of what I used to be Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me This virus follows you Nothing's left, you're dead on the ground How can I covet you? Give you hell and you can't rebound My soul infected you Blackened thoughts, they run through your head The little things you do Simply, I wish you were dead (were dead, were dead, were dead-) Prey for me I think I owe you an apology Somehow you bring the violence out in me I'm just a shell of what I used to be Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me (Prey for me) I think I owe you an apology (Prey for me) somehow you bring the violence out in me (Prey for me) I'm just a shell of what I used to be Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me Goodbye, so long Wish I could stay, but everything is all wrong Goodbye, so long Wish I could stay, but everything is all wrong Everything is all wrong Everything wrong Wrong Everything wrong Prey for me I think I owe you an apology Somehow you bring the violence out in me I'm just a shell of what I used to be Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me (Prey for me) I think I owe you an apology (Prey for me) somehow, you bring the violence out in me (Prey for me) I'm just a shell of what I used to be Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me
Writer(s): Don Gilmore, Reginald Arvizu, Raymond Luzier, James Shaffer, Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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