歌曲 | Shatterday |
歌手 | Vendetta Red |
专辑 | Between the Never and the Now |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Davidson, Vendetta Red | |
Our days are numbered 666 | |
And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus | |
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures | |
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we're going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose | |
Our days are numbered 321 | |
And when you bit the bullet | |
I held the smoking gun | |
Somewhere in these violent volumes | |
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we're going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose | |
And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head | |
If I were you then | |
I would memorize | |
This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting | |
Carving out your own | |
Scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we're going down | |
Follow me once around | |
Scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we're going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose |
zuo ci : Davidson, Vendetta Red | |
Our days are numbered 666 | |
And I' ll begin the countdown by calling off the circus | |
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures | |
I' ll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we' re going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose | |
Our days are numbered 321 | |
And when you bit the bullet | |
I held the smoking gun | |
Somewhere in these violent volumes | |
I' ll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we' re going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose | |
And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head | |
If I were you then | |
I would memorize | |
This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting | |
Carving out your own | |
Scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we' re going down | |
Follow me once around | |
Scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we' re going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose |
zuò cí : Davidson, Vendetta Red | |
Our days are numbered 666 | |
And I' ll begin the countdown by calling off the circus | |
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures | |
I' ll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we' re going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose | |
Our days are numbered 321 | |
And when you bit the bullet | |
I held the smoking gun | |
Somewhere in these violent volumes | |
I' ll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we' re going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose | |
And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head | |
If I were you then | |
I would memorize | |
This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting | |
Carving out your own | |
Scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we' re going down | |
Follow me once around | |
Scars they cut into you | |
Blisters rose colored hue | |
Mayday we' re going down | |
These mescaline memories are morose | |
Your kerosine company is comatose |