歌曲 | Dead Girl |
歌手 | Acid Bath |
专辑 | Paegan Terrorism Tactics |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that dreams like you | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that screams like you | |
When death sleeps it dreams of you | |
Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show | |
She smiles like a ghost | |
Like zombies eatin’ dust in | |
MexicoLife dries cold beneath the dead soul lights | |
She asked if it would hurt | |
I smiled and said no | |
The lie ran down my chin like embryo | |
She smiles like a corpse | |
Like zombies eatin’ dust in | |
MexicoLife dries cold beneath the dead soul lights | |
When death sleeps it dreams of you | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one to look in your eye | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that bleeds like you | |
I been dryin' in a dead age | |
I’ve been reekin' of the new plague | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It’s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Sister burn the temple | |
And stand beneath the moon | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It’s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Burning your black flags | |
Burning your black flags | |
I been dryin' in a dead age | |
I’ve been reekin' of the new plague | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It’s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Sister burn the temple | |
And stand beneath the moon | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It’s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Burning your black flags | |
Burning your black flags |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that dreams like you | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that screams like you | |
When death sleeps it dreams of you | |
Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show | |
She smiles like a ghost | |
Like zombies eatin' dust in | |
MexicoLife dries cold beneath the dead soul lights | |
She asked if it would hurt | |
I smiled and said no | |
The lie ran down my chin like embryo | |
She smiles like a corpse | |
Like zombies eatin' dust in | |
MexicoLife dries cold beneath the dead soul lights | |
When death sleeps it dreams of you | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one to look in your eye | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that bleeds like you | |
I been dryin' in a dead age | |
I' ve been reekin' of the new plague | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It' s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Sister burn the temple | |
And stand beneath the moon | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It' s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Burning your black flags | |
Burning your black flags | |
I been dryin' in a dead age | |
I' ve been reekin' of the new plague | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It' s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Sister burn the temple | |
And stand beneath the moon | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It' s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Burning your black flags | |
Burning your black flags |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that dreams like you | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that screams like you | |
When death sleeps it dreams of you | |
Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show | |
She smiles like a ghost | |
Like zombies eatin' dust in | |
MexicoLife dries cold beneath the dead soul lights | |
She asked if it would hurt | |
I smiled and said no | |
The lie ran down my chin like embryo | |
She smiles like a corpse | |
Like zombies eatin' dust in | |
MexicoLife dries cold beneath the dead soul lights | |
When death sleeps it dreams of you | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one to look in your eye | |
Dead girlThere will never be another one that bleeds like you | |
I been dryin' in a dead age | |
I' ve been reekin' of the new plague | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It' s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Sister burn the temple | |
And stand beneath the moon | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It' s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Burning your black flags | |
Burning your black flags | |
I been dryin' in a dead age | |
I' ve been reekin' of the new plague | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It' s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Sister burn the temple | |
And stand beneath the moon | |
The sound of the ocean is dead | |
It' s just the echo of the blood in your head | |
Burning your black flags | |
Burning your black flags |