歌曲 | Figurine |
歌手 | Die So Fluid |
专辑 | The World Is Too Big For One Lifetime |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Someone’s been sticking pins | |
Into my waxen image. | |
The further they get screwed in, | |
The more I give up on living. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ‘til the cold blooded dance is over. | |
Guess you don’t know your own strength. | |
Brittle bones lay broken. | |
Hanging limp from a white fence. | |
Head smashed gaping open. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ‘til the cold blooded dance is done. | |
In its presence we grow weak. | |
In it’s absence seek its heat. | |
Fire that purifies the soul. | |
Cleanses and consumes us whole. | |
Porcelain figurine | |
Forever turning | |
Fixed expression | |
No emotion. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ‘til the cold blooded dance is over. |
Someone' s been sticking pins | |
Into my waxen image. | |
The further they get screwed in, | |
The more I give up on living. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ' til the cold blooded dance is over. | |
Guess you don' t know your own strength. | |
Brittle bones lay broken. | |
Hanging limp from a white fence. | |
Head smashed gaping open. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ' til the cold blooded dance is done. | |
In its presence we grow weak. | |
In it' s absence seek its heat. | |
Fire that purifies the soul. | |
Cleanses and consumes us whole. | |
Porcelain figurine | |
Forever turning | |
Fixed expression | |
No emotion. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ' til the cold blooded dance is over. |
Someone' s been sticking pins | |
Into my waxen image. | |
The further they get screwed in, | |
The more I give up on living. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ' til the cold blooded dance is over. | |
Guess you don' t know your own strength. | |
Brittle bones lay broken. | |
Hanging limp from a white fence. | |
Head smashed gaping open. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ' til the cold blooded dance is done. | |
In its presence we grow weak. | |
In it' s absence seek its heat. | |
Fire that purifies the soul. | |
Cleanses and consumes us whole. | |
Porcelain figurine | |
Forever turning | |
Fixed expression | |
No emotion. | |
All I ever learned from you | |
Was how to satisfy a craving, | |
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading. | |
Figurine, spinning in endless motion. | |
Does she look serene, ' til the cold blooded dance is over. |