Here Comes a Saviour Songtext
von Morgan King
Here Comes a Saviour Songtext
Wicked from conception
Kinky sinful wild
Hedonistic potion
Taken with a smile
Need to find the right fit
So I try on every shoe
Step in to the shadows
As I explore my truth
No fail safe
Don′t sell faith
Need no fail safe
Walking through the boundaries
Searching for the edge
Experience is calling
Wakes me from my bed
Please something juicy
Large is my appetite
I'm not in it for the glory
Just an unexpected prize
Then a stranger
Stands there
Staring
Intensely
A weapon
In his hand
Think he wants
To change me...
Here comes a saviour
To save me from the flavours
Touch taste culture
Senses full of hunger
Talk of redemption
I don′t owe nothing
Stop telling me
What I
Can believe
That's up to me
Shows me his credentials
Something that he read
A book of contradictions
Think it's messing with his head
I get you have conviction
I′m a pilgrim too
Already a believer
Paid up all that′s due
Still the stranger
Stands there
Staring
Intensely
A weapon
In his hand
Think he wants
To change me...
Here comes a saviour
To save me from the flavours
Touch taste culture
Senses full of hunger
Talk of redemption
I don't owe nothing
Stop telling me
What I
Can believe
What I
Can believe...
Kinky sinful wild
Hedonistic potion
Taken with a smile
Need to find the right fit
So I try on every shoe
Step in to the shadows
As I explore my truth
No fail safe
Don′t sell faith
Need no fail safe
Walking through the boundaries
Searching for the edge
Experience is calling
Wakes me from my bed
Please something juicy
Large is my appetite
I'm not in it for the glory
Just an unexpected prize
Then a stranger
Stands there
Staring
Intensely
A weapon
In his hand
Think he wants
To change me...
Here comes a saviour
To save me from the flavours
Touch taste culture
Senses full of hunger
Talk of redemption
I don′t owe nothing
Stop telling me
What I
Can believe
That's up to me
Shows me his credentials
Something that he read
A book of contradictions
Think it's messing with his head
I get you have conviction
I′m a pilgrim too
Already a believer
Paid up all that′s due
Still the stranger
Stands there
Staring
Intensely
A weapon
In his hand
Think he wants
To change me...
Here comes a saviour
To save me from the flavours
Touch taste culture
Senses full of hunger
Talk of redemption
I don't owe nothing
Stop telling me
What I
Can believe
What I
Can believe...
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