We Spoke of Lies 歌词
| 歌曲 | We Spoke of Lies |
| 歌手 | Carnifex |
| 专辑 | Until I Feel Nothing |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| The worst is yet to come; that's what they said. | |
| A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head. | |
| We spoke of lies that could raise the dead. | |
| A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head. | |
| Phantom limbs and buried sins, | |
| I'm giving "undead" a whole ne meaning. | |
| Buried at sea or buried with me, | |
| This is my faith crashing. | |
| Remove the heart from this machine, | |
| Because all I want is an ending. | |
| I can see the veins under my skin. | |
| Death's hand is knocking, | |
| I's time to let him in. | |
| He can see my hollow heart and it's too late to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. | |
| A dying breath while I eat the dead because nothing lasts forever. | |
| Reconstruct this life for me, | |
| I need lies to breathe. | |
| Say a prayer to God for me, | |
| Because only my sins are remembered. | |
| We spoke of lies that could raise the dead. | |
| These were eyes that could never see an angel's wings in atrophy. | |
| Am I alive or just breathing? | |
| This world is dead to me. | |
| A grave without a name is where you'll find me. | |
| Just voices inside my head, | |
| I can see the veins under my skin. | |
| Death's hand is knocking, | |
| It's time to let him in. | |
| He can see my hollow heart and it's too late to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. |
| The worst is yet to come that' s what they said. | |
| A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head. | |
| We spoke of lies that could raise the dead. | |
| A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head. | |
| Phantom limbs and buried sins, | |
| I' m giving " undead" a whole ne meaning. | |
| Buried at sea or buried with me, | |
| This is my faith crashing. | |
| Remove the heart from this machine, | |
| Because all I want is an ending. | |
| I can see the veins under my skin. | |
| Death' s hand is knocking, | |
| I' s time to let him in. | |
| He can see my hollow heart and it' s too late to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. | |
| A dying breath while I eat the dead because nothing lasts forever. | |
| Reconstruct this life for me, | |
| I need lies to breathe. | |
| Say a prayer to God for me, | |
| Because only my sins are remembered. | |
| We spoke of lies that could raise the dead. | |
| These were eyes that could never see an angel' s wings in atrophy. | |
| Am I alive or just breathing? | |
| This world is dead to me. | |
| A grave without a name is where you' ll find me. | |
| Just voices inside my head, | |
| I can see the veins under my skin. | |
| Death' s hand is knocking, | |
| It' s time to let him in. | |
| He can see my hollow heart and it' s too late to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. |
| The worst is yet to come that' s what they said. | |
| A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head. | |
| We spoke of lies that could raise the dead. | |
| A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head. | |
| Phantom limbs and buried sins, | |
| I' m giving " undead" a whole ne meaning. | |
| Buried at sea or buried with me, | |
| This is my faith crashing. | |
| Remove the heart from this machine, | |
| Because all I want is an ending. | |
| I can see the veins under my skin. | |
| Death' s hand is knocking, | |
| I' s time to let him in. | |
| He can see my hollow heart and it' s too late to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. | |
| A dying breath while I eat the dead because nothing lasts forever. | |
| Reconstruct this life for me, | |
| I need lies to breathe. | |
| Say a prayer to God for me, | |
| Because only my sins are remembered. | |
| We spoke of lies that could raise the dead. | |
| These were eyes that could never see an angel' s wings in atrophy. | |
| Am I alive or just breathing? | |
| This world is dead to me. | |
| A grave without a name is where you' ll find me. | |
| Just voices inside my head, | |
| I can see the veins under my skin. | |
| Death' s hand is knocking, | |
| It' s time to let him in. | |
| He can see my hollow heart and it' s too late to start again. | |
| Bitter sweet is death to me, | |
| Too fucked to start again. |
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