I Raise My Craving Hands

I Raise My Craving Hands 歌词

歌曲	I Raise My Craving Hands
歌手	Enslavement of Beauty
专辑	Mere Contemplations
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	作曲 : Ole Alexander Myrholt ...
	The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate
	Well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
	The up and coming vendetta, the # vultures' extremes
	Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme
	I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
	The succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt
	Wish me well, wish me hell...all I ever wanted was a story to tell
	The absence of goals, the lack of control
	The absence of aim and the present fame...
	The absence of goals, the lack of control
	Everyone knows I should be extolled
	The absence of aim and the present fame
	Everyone would sell their souls to play this game
	...it's the game we play...

	zuo qu : Ole Alexander Myrholt ...
	The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate
	Well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
	The up and coming vendetta, the vultures' extremes
	Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme
	I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
	The succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt
	Wish me well, wish me hell... all I ever wanted was a story to tell
	The absence of goals, the lack of control
	The absence of aim and the present fame...
	The absence of goals, the lack of control
	Everyone knows I should be extolled
	The absence of aim and the present fame
	Everyone would sell their souls to play this game
	... it' s the game we play...

	zuò qǔ : Ole Alexander Myrholt ...
	The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate
	Well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith
	The up and coming vendetta, the vultures' extremes
	Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme
	I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land
	The succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt
	Wish me well, wish me hell... all I ever wanted was a story to tell
	The absence of goals, the lack of control
	The absence of aim and the present fame...
	The absence of goals, the lack of control
	Everyone knows I should be extolled
	The absence of aim and the present fame
	Everyone would sell their souls to play this game
	... it' s the game we play...

I Raise My Craving Hands 歌词

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