Confession Lyrics & Chords By Ces Cru

[Chorus]
A devil in the flame, finger in the fire,
Hand on the stove, leave a lingering desire
Dance with the devil, wrestle with the beast,
Blessing from a sinner, confession from a priest.

Step up on the sheets, lesson for today,
Heat up in the moment come second to the pain
Packing in the rain, kissing in the dark,
Awful that we came that, missing in my heart.
Touching up the walls, tossing up my bed,
Picture you for seek so often in my head.
Feel my heartbeat beat pumping in my chest
Heavy on my mind, stomach full of stress.
Cuddle and caress, keep it on the low,
Everything we're speaking on secret on the phone
Leave it all alone, love will make you sick,
Sicker than being alone, go and take a pic.
Finding for a fix, action for your touch,
Knowing you with him been, wishing it was us.
Packing up my bags, gathering my things,
Spin around the in grin, scattering my brain.

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A devil in the flame, finger in the fire,
Hand on the stove, leave a lingering desire
Dance with the devil, wrestle with the beast,
Blessing from a sinner, confession from a priest.

Walking out the path, breaking all the trees,
We can be together if it wasn't up to me.
Waking on a storm, standing in the rain,
Thinking we can never ever fire up a flame.
Smoking in the green room thinking with the blues
Drinking with the band aids, linking with the crews
Sleeping on the bus, dreaming on the road
Pranking on the weak, pranking on your soul.
Staying on the phone, saying I'll be home
Hoping you don't stray because you're feeling so alone.
Tearing up the pavement, turning up the goul,
Keeping covered walls while speaking with a smile
Fall up through the cracks, try to follow back,
Flipping out on niggers who she don't know how to act.
Lying through my teeth, laying in my bed,
And she ain't nothing to me, I'm just trying to get a head.

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A devil in the flame, finger in the fire,
Hand on the stove, leave a lingering desire
Dance with the devil, wrestle with the beast,
Blessing from a sinner, confession from a priest.

Sick sitting in abuse, starring at the roof
Hard up on my sleeve, wear it of a proof
Burying the truth, digging up the past,
Throw away my thoughts, sticking out the trash.
Conversate with God, couldn't think about what to ask,
Be in love is hard, being single, just as bad.
Maybe even worse, they say that it's a gift,
But they came to be a curse or maybe we should quit.
Hiding like a thief, why am I discrete?
You can lie to him, but no ever lie to me.
Fire in my eyes, burn a holy hue,
You apologize and I'm sure it's overdue.
All over us, glimmer in the lights
Thought it will be sweet, but it's cinnamon and spice.
Do it what you want, did it in my sights
Pay for my mistakes, now I'm living with the prive.

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