Fever
Like a witch that bitch her crooked spine
The fever rises in the back of her eyes
A fire bride her many faces on parade
Your turn is up for my sins you'll pay
You've got the earth
You've got the fire
You've got that heat
You've got the fever
In thy name crosses burn in vain
You held the torch
There's no one left to blame
Feel the fire feel the burn
Down the pyre's decent
Say goodnight while she's holding your hand
You've got the earth
You've got the fire
You've got that heat
You've got the fever
The fever rises in the back of her eyes
A fire bride her many faces on parade
Your turn is up for my sins you'll pay
You've got the earth
You've got the fire
You've got that heat
You've got the fever
In thy name crosses burn in vain
You held the torch
There's no one left to blame
Feel the fire feel the burn
Down the pyre's decent
Say goodnight while she's holding your hand
You've got the earth
You've got the fire
You've got that heat
You've got the fever
Credits
Writer(s): David Amezcua
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