167 Damillia

What I’d give
To be otherwise
What I am
It’s only just to live
What I’d give
To be otherwise
What I am
It’s only just to live

Step, step into my place an unfamiliar face
And in that moment I am taken away
Tremors start to engage
Now my pupils dilate
This sympathetic pulsing, heaving
Giving into this
Not the type to resist
Can you feel me needing? Wanting?
(Needing)
Wanting

What I’d give
To be otherwise
What I am
It’s only just to live

Place your hands on me
Consume my everything
It’s better off that I free this frenzy
Don’t keep the strange within
I know it’s not the same
I just can’t live without passion burning bright

Yeah! Get up!
Slave to the rhythm and I can’t stop
Yeah! Get up!
Yeah! Get up!
Slave to the rhythm and I can’t stop
Yeah! C’mon get up!

As I sat there at 167
So unaware of what was to come
(What was to come)
In this moment all purpose is fleeting
If I’ve got something to believe in
You got something to believe in
Place your hands on me
Consume my everything
It’s better off that I free this frenzy
Don’t keep the strange within
I know it’s not the same
I just can’t live without passion burning bri-i-i-ight