Come, Consume me
Give me ecstasy for the night
I'm your melody tonight
Your love left
A hole in my heart
I'm tired of all your pretty antics
Time to kill this old romantic
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
Cause I'm the person who killed me
Her love never fulfilled me
Lonеly, hungry and smoking
Crying, starving and choking
I guess - I'm god's lonely man
But I sing this shit
And I seem so fly
Wanna live a littlе
Before I die
I aim high so I touch low (Yes)
I live fast so I fuck slow
And I'm making god
And I'm breaking up
Next to the devil
I'm waking up
I aim high so I touch low (Yes)
I live fast so I fuck slow
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
It's a death of a poet
Birth of a sinner
Losing myself
They call me a winner
I'm Losing
I'm Losing This shit
It's a death of a poet
Birth of a sinner
Losing myself
They call me a winner
I'm Losing
I'm Losing This shit
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
This poet will die
Will Die
Give me ecstasy for the night
I'm your melody tonight
Your love left
A hole in my heart
I'm tired of all your pretty antics
Time to kill this old romantic
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
Cause I'm the person who killed me
Her love never fulfilled me
Lonеly, hungry and smoking
Crying, starving and choking
I guess - I'm god's lonely man
But I sing this shit
And I seem so fly
Wanna live a littlе
Before I die
I aim high so I touch low (Yes)
I live fast so I fuck slow
And I'm making god
And I'm breaking up
Next to the devil
I'm waking up
I aim high so I touch low (Yes)
I live fast so I fuck slow
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
It's a death of a poet
Birth of a sinner
Losing myself
They call me a winner
I'm Losing
I'm Losing This shit
It's a death of a poet
Birth of a sinner
Losing myself
They call me a winner
I'm Losing
I'm Losing This shit
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
Then I will die happily
Why am I
Dying in the club
If you're gonna be the death of me
This poet will die
Will Die
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