歌曲 | Loveless and Goodbye |
歌手 | Himsa |
专辑 | Courting Tragedy and Disaster |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Himsa | |
Yearning for the crass in dusk to fall | |
I can feel the pulse of a temptress stare | |
It begs seduction coiled curse a spark of severance | |
Trite reflection in sacred enlightenment | |
Cold divinity is choking and tears at flesh | |
We scream to breathe - fight for confinement | |
So live and let die - loveless and goodbye | |
Deaden the bright of blue eyes and red skies | |
That captures this deep disturbance | |
Discovering the destruction of true enemies | |
Within our selves lay dormant with accusation | |
In the comfort of self indulgence | |
Scratch the itch that spells disaster | |
To shed the praise in righteousness | |
Carry this message of confession | |
To the addict who still suffers | |
With so much to hide and nothing to offer | |
In this covert glass house of deviance and sympathy | |
We destroy refuge - we destroy everything | |
So how will we sleep tonight | |
Welcome the remedy dead ends of bitter reality | |
A common count for a sadist and a queen | |
Embellished devotion hexed from worship | |
Staggers the relevance of tyranny | |
Shards from whispers and insight | |
Split the clean slate of sanctuary | |
Subtle overture invades space | |
Imposing restrained desire | |
Infesting each mistake to | |
Suspend all discipline | |
They fight for air | |
We run for cover | |
So make me your fledgling and lay me down |
zuo qu : Himsa | |
Yearning for the crass in dusk to fall | |
I can feel the pulse of a temptress stare | |
It begs seduction coiled curse a spark of severance | |
Trite reflection in sacred enlightenment | |
Cold divinity is choking and tears at flesh | |
We scream to breathe fight for confinement | |
So live and let die loveless and goodbye | |
Deaden the bright of blue eyes and red skies | |
That captures this deep disturbance | |
Discovering the destruction of true enemies | |
Within our selves lay dormant with accusation | |
In the comfort of self indulgence | |
Scratch the itch that spells disaster | |
To shed the praise in righteousness | |
Carry this message of confession | |
To the addict who still suffers | |
With so much to hide and nothing to offer | |
In this covert glass house of deviance and sympathy | |
We destroy refuge we destroy everything | |
So how will we sleep tonight | |
Welcome the remedy dead ends of bitter reality | |
A common count for a sadist and a queen | |
Embellished devotion hexed from worship | |
Staggers the relevance of tyranny | |
Shards from whispers and insight | |
Split the clean slate of sanctuary | |
Subtle overture invades space | |
Imposing restrained desire | |
Infesting each mistake to | |
Suspend all discipline | |
They fight for air | |
We run for cover | |
So make me your fledgling and lay me down |
zuò qǔ : Himsa | |
Yearning for the crass in dusk to fall | |
I can feel the pulse of a temptress stare | |
It begs seduction coiled curse a spark of severance | |
Trite reflection in sacred enlightenment | |
Cold divinity is choking and tears at flesh | |
We scream to breathe fight for confinement | |
So live and let die loveless and goodbye | |
Deaden the bright of blue eyes and red skies | |
That captures this deep disturbance | |
Discovering the destruction of true enemies | |
Within our selves lay dormant with accusation | |
In the comfort of self indulgence | |
Scratch the itch that spells disaster | |
To shed the praise in righteousness | |
Carry this message of confession | |
To the addict who still suffers | |
With so much to hide and nothing to offer | |
In this covert glass house of deviance and sympathy | |
We destroy refuge we destroy everything | |
So how will we sleep tonight | |
Welcome the remedy dead ends of bitter reality | |
A common count for a sadist and a queen | |
Embellished devotion hexed from worship | |
Staggers the relevance of tyranny | |
Shards from whispers and insight | |
Split the clean slate of sanctuary | |
Subtle overture invades space | |
Imposing restrained desire | |
Infesting each mistake to | |
Suspend all discipline | |
They fight for air | |
We run for cover | |
So make me your fledgling and lay me down |