Delay-Decay-Attack

Delay-Decay-Attack 歌词

歌曲	Delay-Decay-Attack
歌手	Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia
专辑	Indian Ink
下载	Image LRC TXT

	I shoved fistfuls of ice into my eyes and mouth, and I thought: Now I am away from it all.
	The air is warm, is black, smells of vinegar acids - wanting to dissolve to a vapour,
	to disappear,
	to be ice-cold,
	knife sharp,
	to cut,
	to sear,
	to burn,
	but the light frays my nerves, hurts my eyes and then it's over.
	You're ill; I'm drinking, it's morning…
	My skin blusters from grey to pink to scarlet.
	The taste is new on my lips, is coppery, burns my tongue.
	The air is warm, is black, smells of vinegar acids, as a hand of spindle-thin bones cut through my own.
	And though the red-light zone I want you to walk me home, but you snatch your hand away, you say "..." and the light frays my nerves, hurts my eyes and then it's over.
	You're ill; I'm drinking, it's morning…

	I shoved fistfuls of ice into my eyes and mouth, and I thought: Now I am away from it all.
	The air is warm, is black, smells of vinegar acids wanting to dissolve to a vapour,
	to disappear,
	to be icecold,
	knife sharp,
	to cut,
	to sear,
	to burn,
	but the light frays my nerves, hurts my eyes and then it' s over.
	You' re ill I' m drinking, it' s morning
	My skin blusters from grey to pink to scarlet.
	The taste is new on my lips, is coppery, burns my tongue.
	The air is warm, is black, smells of vinegar acids, as a hand of spindlethin bones cut through my own.
	And though the redlight zone I want you to walk me home, but you snatch your hand away, you say "..." and the light frays my nerves, hurts my eyes and then it' s over.
	You' re ill I' m drinking, it' s morning

	I shoved fistfuls of ice into my eyes and mouth, and I thought: Now I am away from it all.
	The air is warm, is black, smells of vinegar acids wanting to dissolve to a vapour,
	to disappear,
	to be icecold,
	knife sharp,
	to cut,
	to sear,
	to burn,
	but the light frays my nerves, hurts my eyes and then it' s over.
	You' re ill I' m drinking, it' s morning
	My skin blusters from grey to pink to scarlet.
	The taste is new on my lips, is coppery, burns my tongue.
	The air is warm, is black, smells of vinegar acids, as a hand of spindlethin bones cut through my own.
	And though the redlight zone I want you to walk me home, but you snatch your hand away, you say "..." and the light frays my nerves, hurts my eyes and then it' s over.
	You' re ill I' m drinking, it' s morning

Delay-Decay-Attack 歌词

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