Simply Fell Towards 歌词
| 歌曲 | Simply Fell Towards |
| 歌手 | Defleshed |
| 专辑 | Abrah Kadavrah / Ma Belle Scalpelle |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Defleshed, Jorde | |
| She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs | |
| The head was smashed in pieces, but I don't think she was dead... | |
| Strongly hidden feeling of lost but the temper made insecure | |
| Red raw lungs as they don't want to be | |
| Cut and release the watery gore | |
| The warm young eyes and the body of a cat | |
| looks like an erotic kind of beast | |
| Heart beats twice as I wish to be the rat, | |
| on eachothers flesh I want to feast | |
| But how will I find who is lost when I am lost by myself ? | |
| The rose, it rose and managed to rise above the skies | |
| But as you lay there in your own mess you only catches flies | |
| While this woman gracefully moves towards the door | |
| The flesh and the cerebral substance of yours is drying on the floor | |
| The beast is unleashed, with my eyes let me feast on you at least | |
| But the summer is gone now and my soul with it | |
| My spikes disappeared in your head and your life with it | |
| She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs | |
| She simply fell towards, I guess she smashed her head | |
| I dig in the mud until my hands bleed too much, | |
| Less than a year to expose | |
| Down to the ground a cranium I found | |
| Actually my fingers are frosen | |
| The wild but mild, through my gate you've been defiled | |
| The rose it rose, my skin fall in pieces and I'm frosen |
| zuo qu : Defleshed, Jorde | |
| She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs | |
| The head was smashed in pieces, but I don' t think she was dead... | |
| Strongly hidden feeling of lost but the temper made insecure | |
| Red raw lungs as they don' t want to be | |
| Cut and release the watery gore | |
| The warm young eyes and the body of a cat | |
| looks like an erotic kind of beast | |
| Heart beats twice as I wish to be the rat, | |
| on eachothers flesh I want to feast | |
| But how will I find who is lost when I am lost by myself nbsp? | |
| The rose, it rose and managed to rise above the skies | |
| But as you lay there in your own mess you only catches flies | |
| While this woman gracefully moves towards the door | |
| The flesh and the cerebral substance of yours is drying on the floor | |
| The beast is unleashed, with my eyes let me feast on you at least | |
| But the summer is gone now and my soul with it | |
| My spikes disappeared in your head and your life with it | |
| She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs | |
| She simply fell towards, I guess she smashed her head | |
| I dig in the mud until my hands bleed too much, | |
| Less than a year to expose | |
| Down to the ground a cranium I found | |
| Actually my fingers are frosen | |
| The wild but mild, through my gate you' ve been defiled | |
| The rose it rose, my skin fall in pieces and I' m frosen |
| zuò qǔ : Defleshed, Jorde | |
| She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs | |
| The head was smashed in pieces, but I don' t think she was dead... | |
| Strongly hidden feeling of lost but the temper made insecure | |
| Red raw lungs as they don' t want to be | |
| Cut and release the watery gore | |
| The warm young eyes and the body of a cat | |
| looks like an erotic kind of beast | |
| Heart beats twice as I wish to be the rat, | |
| on eachothers flesh I want to feast | |
| But how will I find who is lost when I am lost by myself nbsp? | |
| The rose, it rose and managed to rise above the skies | |
| But as you lay there in your own mess you only catches flies | |
| While this woman gracefully moves towards the door | |
| The flesh and the cerebral substance of yours is drying on the floor | |
| The beast is unleashed, with my eyes let me feast on you at least | |
| But the summer is gone now and my soul with it | |
| My spikes disappeared in your head and your life with it | |
| She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs | |
| She simply fell towards, I guess she smashed her head | |
| I dig in the mud until my hands bleed too much, | |
| Less than a year to expose | |
| Down to the ground a cranium I found | |
| Actually my fingers are frosen | |
| The wild but mild, through my gate you' ve been defiled | |
| The rose it rose, my skin fall in pieces and I' m frosen |
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