Our Faces Fall Apart 歌词
| 歌曲 | Our Faces Fall Apart |
| 歌手 | Demon Hunter |
| 专辑 | Death, A Destination |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Demon Hunter | |
| Where is the inception of digression in a human life? | |
| When is the answer just a bright light? | |
| Who am I in shamelessly defining all the wrong and right? | |
| What is the difference if we all die? | |
| I am not the first, the last, the absolute | |
| You will find no clarity in me | |
| I am the deceased, the least, the solitude | |
| Failing every face | |
| I try to be | |
| I'm not your progress, the pay of your pains | |
| I'm stabbing the questions for answers | |
| I can't face | |
| I'm losing the battle and finding no life to retrace | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I'm so cold | |
| We are just a fraction of the poison living in this place | |
| How can we answer with a straight face? | |
| Who are you in gaging every standard you | |
| Would have us chase? | |
| Are we alone to run the last race? | |
| We are all the weak, the meek, the innocent | |
| Kissing every fault that we disgrace | |
| We are of the worst, the cursed, the desolate | |
| Leaving every hope that we embrace | |
| I'm not your progress, the pay of your pains | |
| I'm stabbing the questions for answers | |
| I can't face | |
| I'm losing the battle and finding no life to retrace | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I'm so cold | |
| You turn your eyes to me in hope of my decline | |
| Pointing your blame as | |
| I faltered on that line | |
| We saw your slander when you pulled it off the shelf | |
| If you want justice you'll point it at yourself | |
| Face your fears, trace your tears | |
| Kill the blind assumption that you know how | |
| I react inside | |
| I am not so hollow, you can't see what grows inside my mind | |
| Straight faced, straight faced | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I'm so cold |
| zuo qu : Demon Hunter | |
| Where is the inception of digression in a human life? | |
| When is the answer just a bright light? | |
| Who am I in shamelessly defining all the wrong and right? | |
| What is the difference if we all die? | |
| I am not the first, the last, the absolute | |
| You will find no clarity in me | |
| I am the deceased, the least, the solitude | |
| Failing every face | |
| I try to be | |
| I' m not your progress, the pay of your pains | |
| I' m stabbing the questions for answers | |
| I can' t face | |
| I' m losing the battle and finding no life to retrace | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I' m so cold | |
| We are just a fraction of the poison living in this place | |
| How can we answer with a straight face? | |
| Who are you in gaging every standard you | |
| Would have us chase? | |
| Are we alone to run the last race? | |
| We are all the weak, the meek, the innocent | |
| Kissing every fault that we disgrace | |
| We are of the worst, the cursed, the desolate | |
| Leaving every hope that we embrace | |
| I' m not your progress, the pay of your pains | |
| I' m stabbing the questions for answers | |
| I can' t face | |
| I' m losing the battle and finding no life to retrace | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I' m so cold | |
| You turn your eyes to me in hope of my decline | |
| Pointing your blame as | |
| I faltered on that line | |
| We saw your slander when you pulled it off the shelf | |
| If you want justice you' ll point it at yourself | |
| Face your fears, trace your tears | |
| Kill the blind assumption that you know how | |
| I react inside | |
| I am not so hollow, you can' t see what grows inside my mind | |
| Straight faced, straight faced | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I' m so cold |
| zuò qǔ : Demon Hunter | |
| Where is the inception of digression in a human life? | |
| When is the answer just a bright light? | |
| Who am I in shamelessly defining all the wrong and right? | |
| What is the difference if we all die? | |
| I am not the first, the last, the absolute | |
| You will find no clarity in me | |
| I am the deceased, the least, the solitude | |
| Failing every face | |
| I try to be | |
| I' m not your progress, the pay of your pains | |
| I' m stabbing the questions for answers | |
| I can' t face | |
| I' m losing the battle and finding no life to retrace | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I' m so cold | |
| We are just a fraction of the poison living in this place | |
| How can we answer with a straight face? | |
| Who are you in gaging every standard you | |
| Would have us chase? | |
| Are we alone to run the last race? | |
| We are all the weak, the meek, the innocent | |
| Kissing every fault that we disgrace | |
| We are of the worst, the cursed, the desolate | |
| Leaving every hope that we embrace | |
| I' m not your progress, the pay of your pains | |
| I' m stabbing the questions for answers | |
| I can' t face | |
| I' m losing the battle and finding no life to retrace | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I' m so cold | |
| You turn your eyes to me in hope of my decline | |
| Pointing your blame as | |
| I faltered on that line | |
| We saw your slander when you pulled it off the shelf | |
| If you want justice you' ll point it at yourself | |
| Face your fears, trace your tears | |
| Kill the blind assumption that you know how | |
| I react inside | |
| I am not so hollow, you can' t see what grows inside my mind | |
| Straight faced, straight faced | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I felt the burn inside my heart | |
| I built this anguish with my own hands | |
| I watched our faces fall apart | |
| I felt the tears of all your angels, so cold | |
| I saw the fall of all your children, | |
| I' m so cold |
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