歌曲 | Reach For The Throat |
歌手 | Trance to the Sun |
专辑 | Atrocious Virgin |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Our mary is veiled in blue | |
Slitting her throat with a crude razor | |
I'm watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep | |
They're feeding me cobwebs | |
They're keeping me silent | |
I'm in a black mood | |
I'm in a very black mood | |
And I've watched Mary for days | |
Running through fields | |
Fields of black ashes | |
She's in white and always in shadow | |
The skies fill with locusts from blue mountains | |
They're in my throat… | |
Michael is in the corner talking to rabbits that don't exist | |
(which can be very tiresome) | |
It puts me in a black mood | |
We're mad as hell hounds | |
Laughing like jackals chasing after cars | |
I keep my books in cages because they will bite me if I let them out | |
And Michael looks at me | |
His eyes all white | |
The cuts on my arms open like tiny mouths | |
Vomit blood | |
And he stares | |
But what do you expect from a boy who talks to rabbits that don't even exist? | |
I could lie here for days watching Mary | |
(but I would get so bored) | |
She stamped “Evidence” in red all over everything I do |
Our mary is veiled in blue | |
Slitting her throat with a crude razor | |
I' m watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep | |
They' re feeding me cobwebs | |
They' re keeping me silent | |
I' m in a black mood | |
I' m in a very black mood | |
And I' ve watched Mary for days | |
Running through fields | |
Fields of black ashes | |
She' s in white and always in shadow | |
The skies fill with locusts from blue mountains | |
They' re in my throat | |
Michael is in the corner talking to rabbits that don' t exist | |
which can be very tiresome | |
It puts me in a black mood | |
We' re mad as hell hounds | |
Laughing like jackals chasing after cars | |
I keep my books in cages because they will bite me if I let them out | |
And Michael looks at me | |
His eyes all white | |
The cuts on my arms open like tiny mouths | |
Vomit blood | |
And he stares | |
But what do you expect from a boy who talks to rabbits that don' t even exist? | |
I could lie here for days watching Mary | |
but I would get so bored | |
She stamped " Evidence" in red all over everything I do |
Our mary is veiled in blue | |
Slitting her throat with a crude razor | |
I' m watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep | |
They' re feeding me cobwebs | |
They' re keeping me silent | |
I' m in a black mood | |
I' m in a very black mood | |
And I' ve watched Mary for days | |
Running through fields | |
Fields of black ashes | |
She' s in white and always in shadow | |
The skies fill with locusts from blue mountains | |
They' re in my throat | |
Michael is in the corner talking to rabbits that don' t exist | |
which can be very tiresome | |
It puts me in a black mood | |
We' re mad as hell hounds | |
Laughing like jackals chasing after cars | |
I keep my books in cages because they will bite me if I let them out | |
And Michael looks at me | |
His eyes all white | |
The cuts on my arms open like tiny mouths | |
Vomit blood | |
And he stares | |
But what do you expect from a boy who talks to rabbits that don' t even exist? | |
I could lie here for days watching Mary | |
but I would get so bored | |
She stamped " Evidence" in red all over everything I do |