歌曲 | Simple Man |
歌手 | Highlord |
专辑 | The Death Of The Artists |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Cold like a winter breeze... hanging like a spider... | |
From the hank of your messed, hidden thoughts | |
Wanna blame me? Want to kill me? | |
It's your inner need... your loss of common sense | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand | |
This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral | |
I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
A crowded mirror… a road without an end | |
Thousand begging hands for something they deserve | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand | |
This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral | |
I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
I’m going back with my mind, my soul is yearning for the ancient times | |
In which the advantage of the Artist within the society | |
Was commonly accepted and acknowledged with pleasure, joy and naturalness. | |
The Artist, beautiful and rich of fine feelings was not a sterile stereotype | |
But a simple, natural matter of fact. | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand | |
This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral | |
I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins |
Cold like a winter breeze... hanging like a spider... | |
From the hank of your messed, hidden thoughts | |
Wanna blame me? Want to kill me? | |
It' s your inner need... your loss of common sense | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
A crowded mirror a road without an end | |
Thousand begging hands for something they deserve | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
I' m going back with my mind, my soul is yearning for the ancient times | |
In which the advantage of the Artist within the society | |
Was commonly accepted and acknowledged with pleasure, joy and naturalness. | |
The Artist, beautiful and rich of fine feelings was not a sterile stereotype | |
But a simple, natural matter of fact. | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins |
Cold like a winter breeze... hanging like a spider... | |
From the hank of your messed, hidden thoughts | |
Wanna blame me? Want to kill me? | |
It' s your inner need... your loss of common sense | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
A crowded mirror a road without an end | |
Thousand begging hands for something they deserve | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
I' m going back with my mind, my soul is yearning for the ancient times | |
In which the advantage of the Artist within the society | |
Was commonly accepted and acknowledged with pleasure, joy and naturalness. | |
The Artist, beautiful and rich of fine feelings was not a sterile stereotype | |
But a simple, natural matter of fact. | |
Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins |