歌曲 | Cursive Eve |
歌手 | I:Scintilla |
专辑 | Optics |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bindrim, Cookas, Mines | |
You were born wrapped in the pages | |
The words bind your mind and body | |
A false comfort of thin paper | |
You're claimed as unclean property | |
They say you need guilt to be good | |
Your brothers all remain blameless | |
Heart of snares and nets, hands as bands | |
Classified as a nameless mass | |
Don't look down on me | |
I don't look up | |
Kneel | |
Hear you're not scared to die | |
Beg | |
Those dogs will lick and drink you dry | |
Kneel | |
Eat the pretty cursive lie | |
Beg | |
And you will not be scared to die | |
They say "In you lives an Eve" and | |
"Thy desire rules over thee" | |
"Thou shall not let witches live" | |
The fiction binds your mind and body | |
Give you away to male angels | |
The leaders all remain shameless | |
Wash away rains' ancient marking | |
Please beg yourself for forgiveness | |
Must thy sorrow multiply | |
Thy conception in sorrow | |
Thou shall live in the silence | |
With all subjection | |
He may hear false answers | |
He lets the voices in | |
Must thy sorrow follow | |
Visions in his head |
zuo qu : Bindrim, Cookas, Mines | |
You were born wrapped in the pages | |
The words bind your mind and body | |
A false comfort of thin paper | |
You' re claimed as unclean property | |
They say you need guilt to be good | |
Your brothers all remain blameless | |
Heart of snares and nets, hands as bands | |
Classified as a nameless mass | |
Don' t look down on me | |
I don' t look up | |
Kneel | |
Hear you' re not scared to die | |
Beg | |
Those dogs will lick and drink you dry | |
Kneel | |
Eat the pretty cursive lie | |
Beg | |
And you will not be scared to die | |
They say " In you lives an Eve" and | |
" Thy desire rules over thee" | |
" Thou shall not let witches live" | |
The fiction binds your mind and body | |
Give you away to male angels | |
The leaders all remain shameless | |
Wash away rains' ancient marking | |
Please beg yourself for forgiveness | |
Must thy sorrow multiply | |
Thy conception in sorrow | |
Thou shall live in the silence | |
With all subjection | |
He may hear false answers | |
He lets the voices in | |
Must thy sorrow follow | |
Visions in his head |
zuò qǔ : Bindrim, Cookas, Mines | |
You were born wrapped in the pages | |
The words bind your mind and body | |
A false comfort of thin paper | |
You' re claimed as unclean property | |
They say you need guilt to be good | |
Your brothers all remain blameless | |
Heart of snares and nets, hands as bands | |
Classified as a nameless mass | |
Don' t look down on me | |
I don' t look up | |
Kneel | |
Hear you' re not scared to die | |
Beg | |
Those dogs will lick and drink you dry | |
Kneel | |
Eat the pretty cursive lie | |
Beg | |
And you will not be scared to die | |
They say " In you lives an Eve" and | |
" Thy desire rules over thee" | |
" Thou shall not let witches live" | |
The fiction binds your mind and body | |
Give you away to male angels | |
The leaders all remain shameless | |
Wash away rains' ancient marking | |
Please beg yourself for forgiveness | |
Must thy sorrow multiply | |
Thy conception in sorrow | |
Thou shall live in the silence | |
With all subjection | |
He may hear false answers | |
He lets the voices in | |
Must thy sorrow follow | |
Visions in his head |