作词 : Konietzko, Ogre, Rieflin ... | |
A token left with judgment, a memento left ajar | |
A secret never wanted, death defying little charms | |
How to defend pretend selective, piss away so long neglected | |
Pretty frozen underground from above the odor leering | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
All those tethered whether wise | |
A blood stain all the wiser, desperation kicks the stool | |
A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry | |
In the sink dissection, decimation is the rule | |
In determining direction acting agent act the fool | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
Putrid helping kept inside | |
Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through | |
To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view | |
The distant elevation of a faded wicked high | |
Divination ask a question of a spirit, for a thing you used to hide | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
Passed out serving on the side | |
From the meat | |
I'm suffocating | |
Cutting from the bone to hide | |
Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
A noose knit put on sweater, tie it up around the arm | |
Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun | |
Assume today a game to play, cardboard house in disarray | |
Tremble little joker think, dig it deep don't be afraid |
zuo ci : Konietzko, Ogre, Rieflin ... | |
A token left with judgment, a memento left ajar | |
A secret never wanted, death defying little charms | |
How to defend pretend selective, piss away so long neglected | |
Pretty frozen underground from above the odor leering | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
All those tethered whether wise | |
A blood stain all the wiser, desperation kicks the stool | |
A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry | |
In the sink dissection, decimation is the rule | |
In determining direction acting agent act the fool | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
Putrid helping kept inside | |
Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through | |
To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view | |
The distant elevation of a faded wicked high | |
Divination ask a question of a spirit, for a thing you used to hide | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
Passed out serving on the side | |
From the meat | |
I' m suffocating | |
Cutting from the bone to hide | |
Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
A noose knit put on sweater, tie it up around the arm | |
Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun | |
Assume today a game to play, cardboard house in disarray | |
Tremble little joker think, dig it deep don' t be afraid |
zuò cí : Konietzko, Ogre, Rieflin ... | |
A token left with judgment, a memento left ajar | |
A secret never wanted, death defying little charms | |
How to defend pretend selective, piss away so long neglected | |
Pretty frozen underground from above the odor leering | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
All those tethered whether wise | |
A blood stain all the wiser, desperation kicks the stool | |
A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry | |
In the sink dissection, decimation is the rule | |
In determining direction acting agent act the fool | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
Putrid helping kept inside | |
Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through | |
To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view | |
The distant elevation of a faded wicked high | |
Divination ask a question of a spirit, for a thing you used to hide | |
Pass the meat from which | |
I stink of | |
Passed out serving on the side | |
From the meat | |
I' m suffocating | |
Cutting from the bone to hide | |
Tincture, warning second cousin to the new invention | |
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion | |
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion | |
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out full worm garden | |
A noose knit put on sweater, tie it up around the arm | |
Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun | |
Assume today a game to play, cardboard house in disarray | |
Tremble little joker think, dig it deep don' t be afraid |