paroles de chanson The Rapture - The White Buffalo

Well
I'll tell you I got secrets
I know you got yours, too
But mine are a little more sinister
Done things I can undo
I bury all my secrets
In the deep dark woods of the pines
Covered in mud and timber
They come calling me at night
They say come to the rapture
We'll fill up your soul
You better come to the rapture
Calling me back home
So I stifle all my urges
But the poison only grows
The hunger boils inside of me
'Till the evil overflows
Come to the rapture
Filling up my soul
Here comes the rapture
(Woo!)
I lose all control
(Woo! Ho!...)
(Woo! Ho!...)
So I hunt the streets
For idle beasts
Baited by my Lord
Drag 'em to the ground
And I sink my teeth
Feast on the flesh so warm
Here comes the rapture
(Woo!)
I'll fill up your soul
Well
Here comes the rapture
(Woo!)
I've lost all control
Here comes the rapture
Filling up your soul
Well
Here comes the rapture
(Woo!)
I've lost all control
I've lost all control
I've lost all control
I've lost all control