歌曲 | Methusalem - Anti Methusalem Syndrome - p version |
歌手 | Diary of Dreams |
专辑 | Psychoma |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hates | |
(Anti Methusalem Syndrome) | |
I plastered all these walls with color | |
I drank your tears watered with wine | |
Contented with this taste of anger | |
Regarding this was mine | |
I tested all in vague proportions | |
I drank your tears like they were mine | |
I dared to speak of new horizons | |
and blinded both your eyes with mine | |
Can you feel it coming? | |
Can you feel it go? | |
Anti Methusalem Syndrome | |
Misled by an angel | |
I thought I saw the sun bleed | |
Up my throat they crawl | |
To turn in little rumours | |
Infinite temptation | |
Fateful, formless, rare | |
Distant condulation | |
I know whose words they are | |
How dare you speak, or even move | |
Dimorphicly disabled gestures | |
Prophylactic tendencies | |
as bodies need their prostitution | |
My tongue was bent in all directions | |
Circling motion in slight confusion | |
E-dead spies return in failure | |
prayer after prayer (just) in case it helps | |
It's in our kind | |
It's on my mind | |
It's pure and holy | |
It's what I've done...,done to you | |
Can you see him running? | |
Can you see his home? | |
Anti Methusalem Syndrome |
zuo qu : Hates | |
Anti Methusalem Syndrome | |
I plastered all these walls with color | |
I drank your tears watered with wine | |
Contented with this taste of anger | |
Regarding this was mine | |
I tested all in vague proportions | |
I drank your tears like they were mine | |
I dared to speak of new horizons | |
and blinded both your eyes with mine | |
Can you feel it coming? | |
Can you feel it go? | |
Anti Methusalem Syndrome | |
Misled by an angel | |
I thought I saw the sun bleed | |
Up my throat they crawl | |
To turn in little rumours | |
Infinite temptation | |
Fateful, formless, rare | |
Distant condulation | |
I know whose words they are | |
How dare you speak, or even move | |
Dimorphicly disabled gestures | |
Prophylactic tendencies | |
as bodies need their prostitution | |
My tongue was bent in all directions | |
Circling motion in slight confusion | |
Edead spies return in failure | |
prayer after prayer just in case it helps | |
It' s in our kind | |
It' s on my mind | |
It' s pure and holy | |
It' s what I' ve done..., done to you | |
Can you see him running? | |
Can you see his home? | |
Anti Methusalem Syndrome |
zuò qǔ : Hates | |
Anti Methusalem Syndrome | |
I plastered all these walls with color | |
I drank your tears watered with wine | |
Contented with this taste of anger | |
Regarding this was mine | |
I tested all in vague proportions | |
I drank your tears like they were mine | |
I dared to speak of new horizons | |
and blinded both your eyes with mine | |
Can you feel it coming? | |
Can you feel it go? | |
Anti Methusalem Syndrome | |
Misled by an angel | |
I thought I saw the sun bleed | |
Up my throat they crawl | |
To turn in little rumours | |
Infinite temptation | |
Fateful, formless, rare | |
Distant condulation | |
I know whose words they are | |
How dare you speak, or even move | |
Dimorphicly disabled gestures | |
Prophylactic tendencies | |
as bodies need their prostitution | |
My tongue was bent in all directions | |
Circling motion in slight confusion | |
Edead spies return in failure | |
prayer after prayer just in case it helps | |
It' s in our kind | |
It' s on my mind | |
It' s pure and holy | |
It' s what I' ve done..., done to you | |
Can you see him running? | |
Can you see his home? | |
Anti Methusalem Syndrome |