| Song | Baiya |
| Artist | Delphic |
| Album | Collections |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You wanted all the bip | |
| You wanted all the | |
| Glass eye, broken jaw | |
| 400 legs kick down my door | |
| On my life I swear I saw: the city burn, the jackals crawl | |
| Pre-chorus | |
| Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
| I never stood a chance | |
| A waste of sympathy, but all your … | |
| I’m not a saint, but you’re a sin | |
| I can feel you creeping | |
| Chorus: | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also … don’t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you’re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| You want it on the, on the, on the, on the | |
| You want it on the | |
| You cry-wolf, you get a … , don’t close your eyes, keep dreaming on | |
| Heads will roll for what you stole | |
| Keep playing your broken game | |
| Pre-chorus | |
| Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
| I can’t escape the siren song | |
| A waste of sympathy, but all your .. | |
| I’m not a saint, but you’re a sin | |
| I can feel you creeping | |
| Chorus: | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also … don’t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you’re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also … don’t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you’re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| And now we’re standing back to back, to back, to back, to back | |
| On an only stage the players play on | |
| And you turn around and see, see ṗeople, free people stream | |
| Forver folding into you | |
| All hell, all hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also … don’t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you’re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you |
| You wanted all the bip | |
| You wanted all the | |
| Glass eye, broken jaw | |
| 400 legs kick down my door | |
| On my life I swear I saw: the city burn, the jackals crawl | |
| Prechorus | |
| Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
| I never stood a chance | |
| A waste of sympathy, but all your | |
| I' m not a saint, but you' re a sin | |
| I can feel you creeping | |
| Chorus: | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you' re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| You want it on the, on the, on the, on the | |
| You want it on the | |
| You crywolf, you get a , don' t close your eyes, keep dreaming on | |
| Heads will roll for what you stole | |
| Keep playing your broken game | |
| Prechorus | |
| Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
| I can' t escape the siren song | |
| A waste of sympathy, but all your .. | |
| I' m not a saint, but you' re a sin | |
| I can feel you creeping | |
| Chorus: | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you' re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you' re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| And now we' re standing back to back, to back, to back, to back | |
| On an only stage the players play on | |
| And you turn around and see, see eople, free people stream | |
| Forver folding into you | |
| All hell, all hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you' re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you |
| You wanted all the bip | |
| You wanted all the | |
| Glass eye, broken jaw | |
| 400 legs kick down my door | |
| On my life I swear I saw: the city burn, the jackals crawl | |
| Prechorus | |
| Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
| I never stood a chance | |
| A waste of sympathy, but all your | |
| I' m not a saint, but you' re a sin | |
| I can feel you creeping | |
| Chorus: | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you' re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| You want it on the, on the, on the, on the | |
| You want it on the | |
| You crywolf, you get a , don' t close your eyes, keep dreaming on | |
| Heads will roll for what you stole | |
| Keep playing your broken game | |
| Prechorus | |
| Now I was dead before I hit the floor | |
| I can' t escape the siren song | |
| A waste of sympathy, but all your .. | |
| I' m not a saint, but you' re a sin | |
| I can feel you creeping | |
| Chorus: | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you' re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you' re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you | |
| And now we' re standing back to back, to back, to back, to back | |
| On an only stage the players play on | |
| And you turn around and see, see eople, free people stream | |
| Forver folding into you | |
| All hell, all hell is breaking loose | |
| Do my fingers down my back | |
| In the tracks, also don' t look alike | |
| From under you | |
| All hell is breaking loose | |
| As you' re breathing down my neck | |
| Tenderness is the only weapon left, I comfort you |