Creation Reproduction and Death Songtext
von Walking Papers

I depend on the night
I know it ain′t right
I want you in the worst way, baby
My fate will wait for me there, it's knuckles are bare
I want you in the worst way, baby
I had a feeling you were dirty but you didn′t know it
If you got under my skin, you know I'll never show it
I bet you think you got a dark side, don't you?
What have I got myself into?

I′ll hang like bait on your wire
Should I pull the alarm or pour more gas on the fire?
You said you′d hold me till there's nothing left
You said "you don′t know who you're fucking with"
The beads of sweat
The heavy breath
Creation, reproduction, and death


I won′t take your advice
I'm rolling the dice
I want you in the worst way, baby
I′m looking for an excuse to extend the abuse
I want you in the worst way baby
When I offered the crown you just cast it aside
I tried to nail the door shut but you were already inside
You've conquered the great divine
I had my doubts
It's not who you can live with, it′s who you can′t live without

I hung like bait on your wire
Should I pull the alarm, or pour more gas on the fire?

You said you'd hold me till there′s nothing left
You said "you don't know who you′re fucking with"
The beads of sweat
The heavy breath
Creation, reproduction, and death

Should I pull the alarm, or pour more gas on the fire?

I'll hang like bait on your wire
Should I pull the alarm, or pour more gas on the fire?
You said you′d hold me till there's nothing left
You said "you don't know who you′re fucking with"
The beads of sweat
The heavy breath
Creation, reproduction, and death