Sons Of Apollo

Asphyxiation

Sons Of Apollo


I'm lovin' the way that you're squeezing my soul, my insanity
And I'm needing a taste, I can't breathe, this suffocating desire, now dig
You're the devil I know, my consequential dichotomy
No remorse, now I see, you are now my disease born in fire, yeah!

Your deceit is your desire
You're my salvation
My new temptation
'Cause you're my asphyxiation

Under my skin, let the games now begin in your private hell
I am your lust, scream eternally under your spell, yeah!

My deceit is your desire
I'm your sensation
Your new temptation
'Cause I'm your asphyxiation
I'm your creation
Your new sensation
I'm your temptation
'Cause I'm your asphyxiation

Yeah!
(Rump)

(Are you devil of sanity?
Are you the bots of my dichotomy?
No remorse, now I realize
You're my insanity
Coiled in my fantasy
Now I suffocate
Let my consequence
And I want another taste!)

Yeah!
I'm your sensation
Your new temptation
'Cause I'm your asphyxiation
I'm your creation
Your new sensation
Your one salvation
I'm your temptation
'Cause I'm your asphyxiation

Yeah!
Yeah!