歌曲 | Sheltered Reminiscence |
歌手 | Despised Icon |
专辑 | The Ills Of Modern Man |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jarrin, Marois | |
In those woods, I still remember the odours | |
The moistened bed where I chose to sleep | |
Surrounded by my own crimson liquor of existence, | |
I started to to fade in history | |
At that moment, | |
Only the sound of pulsations through my arms consolidated my seclusion | |
Anesthetized by fury and desolation, | |
I inflicted myself capital retribution | |
As the leaves were coloured with my constitution | |
Grief and lamentations suited me with astonishing cold | |
As the dark sky vanished before my eyes, | |
Fragments of consciousness could only illustrate parcels of this affair | |
I sadly can't restore every event in tits respective time: | |
Agitated voices, strident sirens and blistering pain in both arms |
zuo qu : Jarrin, Marois | |
In those woods, I still remember the odours | |
The moistened bed where I chose to sleep | |
Surrounded by my own crimson liquor of existence, | |
I started to to fade in history | |
At that moment, | |
Only the sound of pulsations through my arms consolidated my seclusion | |
Anesthetized by fury and desolation, | |
I inflicted myself capital retribution | |
As the leaves were coloured with my constitution | |
Grief and lamentations suited me with astonishing cold | |
As the dark sky vanished before my eyes, | |
Fragments of consciousness could only illustrate parcels of this affair | |
I sadly can' t restore every event in tits respective time: | |
Agitated voices, strident sirens and blistering pain in both arms |
zuò qǔ : Jarrin, Marois | |
In those woods, I still remember the odours | |
The moistened bed where I chose to sleep | |
Surrounded by my own crimson liquor of existence, | |
I started to to fade in history | |
At that moment, | |
Only the sound of pulsations through my arms consolidated my seclusion | |
Anesthetized by fury and desolation, | |
I inflicted myself capital retribution | |
As the leaves were coloured with my constitution | |
Grief and lamentations suited me with astonishing cold | |
As the dark sky vanished before my eyes, | |
Fragments of consciousness could only illustrate parcels of this affair | |
I sadly can' t restore every event in tits respective time: | |
Agitated voices, strident sirens and blistering pain in both arms |