歌曲 | ...and Then It Passes |
歌手 | Cryptopsy |
专辑 | And Then You´ll Beg |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The distance it allows at first | |
The change is felt through the air | |
The mother of nature speaks discontently | |
As death tends to whisper defiance | |
Thinks it´s surprising, fully expected | |
Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden | |
There to accomodate | |
A more sensible whiskey warmth | |
Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls | |
Bleak ember grey, dismal drear | |
Catastrophic in its own simple right | |
Tolerance as low as low | |
Unfortunately cold is cold | |
Scold the mother whore | |
For shaking the season´s core | |
Unprepared as always | |
Suspiciously sneaking into | |
Mammoth proportions | |
An emblem of frigid bones | |
And desolate hopes | |
The here is now | |
An icy adversary of a piercing sort | |
Wintry blue lunacy in the eyes | |
No choice but to hibernate | |
Against these skies | |
Biting bitterness | |
Bitten Blizzard blowing | |
Nipping at the fine line of your neck | |
Horrendous glacial | |
Facial disfiguration | |
Beaten red raw by the arctic fist | |
Pummelled quite considerably | |
Frozen bricks hold the spirit down | |
Destined to find the elusive shelter | |
Set aside reclusion from the numbing mind | |
Winteresque barren portrait | |
Painted miserably white | |
Living Earth | |
Postponed in bereavement | |
Temporarily cessated | |
Untimely anytime | |
This unthawing persistance | |
Our fine feathered friends | |
Seem smarter than they appear | |
Should´ve scrambled to join them | |
On these months that are so feared | |
Ferocious gusts, tempestuous winds | |
Drifting bales, infinitized | |
Unbeareble haze | |
Trapped like a rat in a maze | |
Just when you thought enough was too much | |
For the desperate masses... and then it passes |
The distance it allows at first | |
The change is felt through the air | |
The mother of nature speaks discontently | |
As death tends to whisper defiance | |
Thinks it s surprising, fully expected | |
Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden | |
There to accomodate | |
A more sensible whiskey warmth | |
Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls | |
Bleak ember grey, dismal drear | |
Catastrophic in its own simple right | |
Tolerance as low as low | |
Unfortunately cold is cold | |
Scold the mother whore | |
For shaking the season s core | |
Unprepared as always | |
Suspiciously sneaking into | |
Mammoth proportions | |
An emblem of frigid bones | |
And desolate hopes | |
The here is now | |
An icy adversary of a piercing sort | |
Wintry blue lunacy in the eyes | |
No choice but to hibernate | |
Against these skies | |
Biting bitterness | |
Bitten Blizzard blowing | |
Nipping at the fine line of your neck | |
Horrendous glacial | |
Facial disfiguration | |
Beaten red raw by the arctic fist | |
Pummelled quite considerably | |
Frozen bricks hold the spirit down | |
Destined to find the elusive shelter | |
Set aside reclusion from the numbing mind | |
Winteresque barren portrait | |
Painted miserably white | |
Living Earth | |
Postponed in bereavement | |
Temporarily cessated | |
Untimely anytime | |
This unthawing persistance | |
Our fine feathered friends | |
Seem smarter than they appear | |
Should ve scrambled to join them | |
On these months that are so feared | |
Ferocious gusts, tempestuous winds | |
Drifting bales, infinitized | |
Unbeareble haze | |
Trapped like a rat in a maze | |
Just when you thought enough was too much | |
For the desperate masses... and then it passes |
The distance it allows at first | |
The change is felt through the air | |
The mother of nature speaks discontently | |
As death tends to whisper defiance | |
Thinks it s surprising, fully expected | |
Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden | |
There to accomodate | |
A more sensible whiskey warmth | |
Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls | |
Bleak ember grey, dismal drear | |
Catastrophic in its own simple right | |
Tolerance as low as low | |
Unfortunately cold is cold | |
Scold the mother whore | |
For shaking the season s core | |
Unprepared as always | |
Suspiciously sneaking into | |
Mammoth proportions | |
An emblem of frigid bones | |
And desolate hopes | |
The here is now | |
An icy adversary of a piercing sort | |
Wintry blue lunacy in the eyes | |
No choice but to hibernate | |
Against these skies | |
Biting bitterness | |
Bitten Blizzard blowing | |
Nipping at the fine line of your neck | |
Horrendous glacial | |
Facial disfiguration | |
Beaten red raw by the arctic fist | |
Pummelled quite considerably | |
Frozen bricks hold the spirit down | |
Destined to find the elusive shelter | |
Set aside reclusion from the numbing mind | |
Winteresque barren portrait | |
Painted miserably white | |
Living Earth | |
Postponed in bereavement | |
Temporarily cessated | |
Untimely anytime | |
This unthawing persistance | |
Our fine feathered friends | |
Seem smarter than they appear | |
Should ve scrambled to join them | |
On these months that are so feared | |
Ferocious gusts, tempestuous winds | |
Drifting bales, infinitized | |
Unbeareble haze | |
Trapped like a rat in a maze | |
Just when you thought enough was too much | |
For the desperate masses... and then it passes |