歌曲 | The End Of Joy |
歌手 | Matt Skiba And The Sekrets |
专辑 | Babylon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
This sinking feeling in this heart of mine | |
Keeps me captive at the helm | |
So it’s seemingly a matter of time as | |
I slowly drift straight down to hell | |
Like a stone dropped in a well | |
It’s loudly pounding in this head of minejust like a hammer to a bell | |
And as it’s sounding the alarms toget in line in time we have our own sick tale to tellfrom where our demons used to dwell | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
This crimson dripping off these hands of mine | |
From all the time that | |
I have killed | |
Wishing everything will turn out just fine,‘til | |
I clean up all the blood | |
I’ve spilled. | |
Though you wait there soft and still, | |
You know damn well | |
I never will | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
And while you live your days on the straight and narrow | |
You wish to clip the wings of the soaring sparrowand as your angels sing our hearts remain as feral | |
Felines on the front lines marching towards impending peril | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
The burning heart inside of you | |
The burning heart inside of you |
This sinking feeling in this heart of mine | |
Keeps me captive at the helm | |
So it' s seemingly a matter of time as | |
I slowly drift straight down to hell | |
Like a stone dropped in a well | |
It' s loudly pounding in this head of minejust like a hammer to a bell | |
And as it' s sounding the alarms toget in line in time we have our own sick tale to tellfrom where our demons used to dwell | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
This crimson dripping off these hands of mine | |
From all the time that | |
I have killed | |
Wishing everything will turn out just fine,' til | |
I clean up all the blood | |
I' ve spilled. | |
Though you wait there soft and still, | |
You know damn well | |
I never will | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
And while you live your days on the straight and narrow | |
You wish to clip the wings of the soaring sparrowand as your angels sing our hearts remain as feral | |
Felines on the front lines marching towards impending peril | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
The burning heart inside of you | |
The burning heart inside of you |
This sinking feeling in this heart of mine | |
Keeps me captive at the helm | |
So it' s seemingly a matter of time as | |
I slowly drift straight down to hell | |
Like a stone dropped in a well | |
It' s loudly pounding in this head of minejust like a hammer to a bell | |
And as it' s sounding the alarms toget in line in time we have our own sick tale to tellfrom where our demons used to dwell | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
This crimson dripping off these hands of mine | |
From all the time that | |
I have killed | |
Wishing everything will turn out just fine,' til | |
I clean up all the blood | |
I' ve spilled. | |
Though you wait there soft and still, | |
You know damn well | |
I never will | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
And while you live your days on the straight and narrow | |
You wish to clip the wings of the soaring sparrowand as your angels sing our hearts remain as feral | |
Felines on the front lines marching towards impending peril | |
The end of joythe death of truth came to destroy everything we knew | |
Lost in the void, forgotten youth | |
Fan the flames of the burning heart inside of you | |
The burning heart inside of you | |
The burning heart inside of you |