歌曲 | Black Market Hell |
歌手 | Aiden |
专辑 | From Hell… With Love |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aiden, William | |
My wings are torn away. | |
Spit words like knives. | |
Inside the fields, | |
A former life decay. | |
A poison sword we swallow. | |
Will you fall back? | |
Sing for your health. | |
Sing for the lonely nights, | |
Existing in hell. | |
In a loveless world we seem to live. | |
My wings are torn away. | |
Spit words like knives. | |
Inside the fields, | |
A former life decay. | |
A poison sword we swallow. | |
Will you fall back? | |
Sing for your health. | |
Sing for the lonely nights, | |
Existing in hell. | |
In a loveless world we seem to live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
In the darkest place. | |
Of the black market hell I live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
In the darkest place. | |
Of the black market hell I live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
I suffocate. |
zuo qu : Aiden, William | |
My wings are torn away. | |
Spit words like knives. | |
Inside the fields, | |
A former life decay. | |
A poison sword we swallow. | |
Will you fall back? | |
Sing for your health. | |
Sing for the lonely nights, | |
Existing in hell. | |
In a loveless world we seem to live. | |
My wings are torn away. | |
Spit words like knives. | |
Inside the fields, | |
A former life decay. | |
A poison sword we swallow. | |
Will you fall back? | |
Sing for your health. | |
Sing for the lonely nights, | |
Existing in hell. | |
In a loveless world we seem to live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
In the darkest place. | |
Of the black market hell I live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
In the darkest place. | |
Of the black market hell I live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
I suffocate. |
zuò qǔ : Aiden, William | |
My wings are torn away. | |
Spit words like knives. | |
Inside the fields, | |
A former life decay. | |
A poison sword we swallow. | |
Will you fall back? | |
Sing for your health. | |
Sing for the lonely nights, | |
Existing in hell. | |
In a loveless world we seem to live. | |
My wings are torn away. | |
Spit words like knives. | |
Inside the fields, | |
A former life decay. | |
A poison sword we swallow. | |
Will you fall back? | |
Sing for your health. | |
Sing for the lonely nights, | |
Existing in hell. | |
In a loveless world we seem to live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
In the darkest place. | |
Of the black market hell I live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
In the darkest place. | |
Of the black market hell I live. | |
My wings are torn. | |
I suffocate. | |
I suffocate. |