歌曲 | Soul Auctioneer |
歌手 | Death in Vegas |
专辑 | Milk It: The Best Of Death In Vegas |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fearless, Gillespie, Holmes | |
The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole | |
As judged in a size it's a executioner goes | |
To crucify Venus in cinemascope | |
The narcotic preachers are happy | |
High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer | |
Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear | |
His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer | |
He is married to the truth incinerator | |
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis | |
A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses | |
A dead head, a blunt needle, | |
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
Drop the bomb, spread the virus | |
Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence | |
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon | |
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon | |
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon |
zuo ci : Fearless, Gillespie, Holmes | |
The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole | |
As judged in a size it' s a executioner goes | |
To crucify Venus in cinemascope | |
The narcotic preachers are happy | |
High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer | |
Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear | |
His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer | |
He is married to the truth incinerator | |
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis | |
A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses | |
A dead head, a blunt needle, | |
You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Drop the bomb, spread the virus | |
Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence | |
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon | |
You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon |
zuò cí : Fearless, Gillespie, Holmes | |
The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole | |
As judged in a size it' s a executioner goes | |
To crucify Venus in cinemascope | |
The narcotic preachers are happy | |
High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer | |
Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear | |
His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer | |
He is married to the truth incinerator | |
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis | |
A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses | |
A dead head, a blunt needle, | |
You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Drop the bomb, spread the virus | |
Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence | |
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine | |
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind | |
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time | |
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times | |
You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon | |
You' ve broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Broken your wings, you' ve lost your demon | |
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon |