歌曲 | Open Ground |
歌手 | Tristania |
专辑 | Gothic Spirits 5 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Digging in the ground | |
Digging in the mud | |
Sweat streams down my face | |
My spit tastes like blood | |
Hide me with locks from your hair | |
I cannot breathe | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out (bleeding, dying, digging) | |
The room went dark | |
Running in the fog | |
Crawling through the mud | |
Tears fall down my face | |
My spit tastes like blood | |
Cover me with locks from your hair | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out (bleeding, dying, digging) | |
The room went dark | |
Insanity is always near | |
Deep in my bag full of fear | |
I cannot see | |
The pain that trigged your screams | |
I cannot see | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out (bleeding, dying, digging) | |
The room went dark | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out (bleeding, dying, digging) | |
The room went dark | |
From the corner of my eye | |
I feel them closing in | |
I know they caught the scent of me | |
And then they went for me… | |
I chose for you to stay with me |
Digging in the ground | |
Digging in the mud | |
Sweat streams down my face | |
My spit tastes like blood | |
Hide me with locks from your hair | |
I cannot breathe | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out bleeding, dying, digging | |
The room went dark | |
Running in the fog | |
Crawling through the mud | |
Tears fall down my face | |
My spit tastes like blood | |
Cover me with locks from your hair | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out bleeding, dying, digging | |
The room went dark | |
Insanity is always near | |
Deep in my bag full of fear | |
I cannot see | |
The pain that trigged your screams | |
I cannot see | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out bleeding, dying, digging | |
The room went dark | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out bleeding, dying, digging | |
The room went dark | |
From the corner of my eye | |
I feel them closing in | |
I know they caught the scent of me | |
And then they went for me | |
I chose for you to stay with me |
Digging in the ground | |
Digging in the mud | |
Sweat streams down my face | |
My spit tastes like blood | |
Hide me with locks from your hair | |
I cannot breathe | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out bleeding, dying, digging | |
The room went dark | |
Running in the fog | |
Crawling through the mud | |
Tears fall down my face | |
My spit tastes like blood | |
Cover me with locks from your hair | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out bleeding, dying, digging | |
The room went dark | |
Insanity is always near | |
Deep in my bag full of fear | |
I cannot see | |
The pain that trigged your screams | |
I cannot see | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out bleeding, dying, digging | |
The room went dark | |
Bleeding | |
Dying | |
Digging | |
Falling apart | |
The torch went out bleeding, dying, digging | |
The room went dark | |
From the corner of my eye | |
I feel them closing in | |
I know they caught the scent of me | |
And then they went for me | |
I chose for you to stay with me |