The Devil's spawn no longer breathes Descending angels and fallen kings Raise your hands, what do you hold? The Devil's bleeding crown! Falling from the sky, they're cast out from the heaven's light Drenching the soil with blood, baptized in the fire

And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Needle and the thread You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm tripping over myself Gotta get you out of my head Gonna wind up dead Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll

Oh, you make me smile You make me dance like a fool Forget how to breathe Shine like gold, buzz like a bee Just the thought of you can drive me wild You make me smile like the sun Fall out of bed, sing like a bird Dizzy in my head, spin like a record

The Devil's spawn no longer breathes Descending angels and fallen kings Raise your hands, what do you hold? The Devil's bleeding crown! Falling from the sky, they're cast out from the heaven's light Drenching the soil with blood, baptized in the fire

The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh, she's just being Miley." The next time we hang

Rip the roof up off of here, take it to the stratosphere Bring the house down Breathe in, out When the lights come on, when the crowd goes wild Stand up and scream it loud when the fire flies There’s a world passed the curtains of eager excitement A sea

We can love, we can love And the birds will sing our song in Halcyon The birds will all sing out You're free Love, we go down, we go down Breathe, it's over now, over now A lover sinking in the sea Will let the water fill our lungs

I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Savage and an angel, we call out in tantrum Glad I kept on your throat, we would rather turn down And I think she bankrupt Breathe, breathe I need it, I'm a mess, now Skin on you is always

Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line She make you fly You all breathe it, we all need it Who all need it, who all need it Are you ready Sweet apple pie Standing in the street Hands outta line

The last time I freaked out, I just kept lookin' down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout Felt like I couldn't breathe, you asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh she's just being Miley" The next time we hang