歌曲 | Clockwork |
歌手 | Angelus Apátrida |
专辑 | Clockwork |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
for those who thought despitefully | |
even with a false appearance | |
even if their hands were clean | |
for all of them I manifest I swear | |
in my world you're not a welcome guest | |
time has you, you'd been sinking in quicksand | |
you were dead before your mother gave birth | |
I condemn you to roam around these words | |
Solo: David G. Álvarez | |
for the ones who didn't trust me | |
even if they said they did | |
even if they're empty-handed | |
for all my rage I'll kick their ass I swear | |
in your world I am the god who pulls strings | |
time is mine, I put sticks in your spokes | |
you have been caught by the wheels of the clockwork | |
absolutely shattered turned into a relic | |
can't collect the black ashes of scorn | |
blown away you're | |
nothing you're all doomed | |
by the gears of the clockwork | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo + David G. Álvarez | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
Solo: David G. Álvarez | |
infecting with the plague | |
stinking up the atmosphere | |
filthy trick to play the game | |
the golden rule is sentenced to death | |
I say | |
kneel down before me, what you fear is what you see | |
shaky hands to pray, clean your soul I'll rip your skin off | |
that's what you deserve for the years you laughed at me | |
now I own your soul spinning as it bleeds |
for those who thought despitefully | |
even with a false appearance | |
even if their hands were clean | |
for all of them I manifest I swear | |
in my world you' re not a welcome guest | |
time has you, you' d been sinking in quicksand | |
you were dead before your mother gave birth | |
I condemn you to roam around these words | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
for the ones who didn' t trust me | |
even if they said they did | |
even if they' re emptyhanded | |
for all my rage I' ll kick their ass I swear | |
in your world I am the god who pulls strings | |
time is mine, I put sticks in your spokes | |
you have been caught by the wheels of the clockwork | |
absolutely shattered turned into a relic | |
can' t collect the black ashes of scorn | |
blown away you' re | |
nothing you' re all doomed | |
by the gears of the clockwork | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo David G. Á lvarez | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
infecting with the plague | |
stinking up the atmosphere | |
filthy trick to play the game | |
the golden rule is sentenced to death | |
I say | |
kneel down before me, what you fear is what you see | |
shaky hands to pray, clean your soul I' ll rip your skin off | |
that' s what you deserve for the years you laughed at me | |
now I own your soul spinning as it bleeds |
for those who thought despitefully | |
even with a false appearance | |
even if their hands were clean | |
for all of them I manifest I swear | |
in my world you' re not a welcome guest | |
time has you, you' d been sinking in quicksand | |
you were dead before your mother gave birth | |
I condemn you to roam around these words | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
for the ones who didn' t trust me | |
even if they said they did | |
even if they' re emptyhanded | |
for all my rage I' ll kick their ass I swear | |
in your world I am the god who pulls strings | |
time is mine, I put sticks in your spokes | |
you have been caught by the wheels of the clockwork | |
absolutely shattered turned into a relic | |
can' t collect the black ashes of scorn | |
blown away you' re | |
nothing you' re all doomed | |
by the gears of the clockwork | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo David G. Á lvarez | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
infecting with the plague | |
stinking up the atmosphere | |
filthy trick to play the game | |
the golden rule is sentenced to death | |
I say | |
kneel down before me, what you fear is what you see | |
shaky hands to pray, clean your soul I' ll rip your skin off | |
that' s what you deserve for the years you laughed at me | |
now I own your soul spinning as it bleeds |