I found a dead corpse on the ground
I filled it with flowers and I thought
Where do I come from?
What's coming from my head?
Animals were watching me
Three were shapeless
In my misty vision
I felt their icy souls
Cold wind in my face
Cold wind in my throat
There's nothing that a cold bullet can't cure
Alone in the dark
Paranoïd
If they were to find me
They would cut off my head
My thoughts are all over the floor
Bathed in the death of their birth
Staining the carpet in red
Dead flowers in my head
Cold wind in my face
Cold wind in my throat
There's nothing that a cold bullet can't cure
Animals were watching me
Four of them were dead
Cripples followed instinctively
The sounds coming from their head
Animals Video (MV)
Performed By: Flight of the Oryx
Language: English
Length: 5:28
Written by: Jules Argis, Matteo Benmhad, Michel Beauchamp, Raphaël Savoie, Vincent Campeau
Flight of the Oryx - Animals Lyrics
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I found a dead corpse on the ground
I filled it with flowers and I thought
Where do I come from?
What's coming from my head?
Animals were watching me
Three were shapeless
In my misty vision
I felt their icy souls
Cold wind in my face
Cold wind in my throat
There's nothing that a cold bullet can't cure
Alone in the dark
Paranoïd
If they were to find me
They would cut off my head
My thoughts are all over the floor
Bathed in the death of their birth
Staining the carpet in red
Dead flowers in my head
Cold wind in my face
Cold wind in my throat
There's nothing that a cold bullet can't cure
Animals were watching me
Four of them were dead
Cripples followed instinctively
The sounds coming from their head
I filled it with flowers and I thought
Where do I come from?
What's coming from my head?
Animals were watching me
Three were shapeless
In my misty vision
I felt their icy souls
Cold wind in my face
Cold wind in my throat
There's nothing that a cold bullet can't cure
Alone in the dark
Paranoïd
If they were to find me
They would cut off my head
My thoughts are all over the floor
Bathed in the death of their birth
Staining the carpet in red
Dead flowers in my head
Cold wind in my face
Cold wind in my throat
There's nothing that a cold bullet can't cure
Animals were watching me
Four of them were dead
Cripples followed instinctively
The sounds coming from their head
Writer: Jules Argis, Matteo Benmhad, Michel Beauchamp, Raphaël Savoie, Vincent Campeau
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid