Текст: Incubus (U.S.A., Louisiana, Metairie). Serpent Temptation. Incubus.

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When our powerful structure creates sound
The walls of the hall start coming down
You're thrashing and slamming like there's no end
The mob starts to get out of hand
Distorted sound goes through your ears
The pounding of the bass creates fear
You stop and breathe when we slow down
You have no chance 'cos our drummer's not fucking around
Now you're gonna have this torment
For the rest of your life
No peace, No chance, No sleep day or night
We're coming through your nughtmare you will see
So be ready to meet the power of...

[CHORUS]
Incubus,