歌曲 | It's Nights Like This That Keep Us Alive |
歌手 | Himsa |
专辑 | Courting Tragedy and Disaster |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Himsa | |
Carve the eyes out of our heads and slash our tongues if we scream | |
Throw the noose around the necks of the kin who sew and seek | |
For we are distant and too far fetched from the themes of unrest | |
Diverse in resistance - revamped in defying threat | |
Its nights like this that keep us alive | |
They shed our skin by the host of salvation | |
By the skin of my teeth retributions made serene | |
We never wanted it to be like this | |
We never wanted sympathy | |
Those eyes like knives throw a soiled glance of suicide | |
This torrid struggle is carnage to their fear | |
Master to servant gagged by tourniquet | |
Save your breath and savor this moment | |
For the oath of onslaught in spitting vile | |
Brings a pompous death to your throne | |
Its nights like this that keep us alive |
zuo qu : Himsa | |
Carve the eyes out of our heads and slash our tongues if we scream | |
Throw the noose around the necks of the kin who sew and seek | |
For we are distant and too far fetched from the themes of unrest | |
Diverse in resistance revamped in defying threat | |
Its nights like this that keep us alive | |
They shed our skin by the host of salvation | |
By the skin of my teeth retributions made serene | |
We never wanted it to be like this | |
We never wanted sympathy | |
Those eyes like knives throw a soiled glance of suicide | |
This torrid struggle is carnage to their fear | |
Master to servant gagged by tourniquet | |
Save your breath and savor this moment | |
For the oath of onslaught in spitting vile | |
Brings a pompous death to your throne | |
Its nights like this that keep us alive |
zuò qǔ : Himsa | |
Carve the eyes out of our heads and slash our tongues if we scream | |
Throw the noose around the necks of the kin who sew and seek | |
For we are distant and too far fetched from the themes of unrest | |
Diverse in resistance revamped in defying threat | |
Its nights like this that keep us alive | |
They shed our skin by the host of salvation | |
By the skin of my teeth retributions made serene | |
We never wanted it to be like this | |
We never wanted sympathy | |
Those eyes like knives throw a soiled glance of suicide | |
This torrid struggle is carnage to their fear | |
Master to servant gagged by tourniquet | |
Save your breath and savor this moment | |
For the oath of onslaught in spitting vile | |
Brings a pompous death to your throne | |
Its nights like this that keep us alive |