歌曲 | A Mind of Metal and Wheels |
歌手 | Gatsbys American Dream |
专辑 | Volcano |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Far beyond | |
Here lies the vaudville where creatures are gathering | |
The assembly | |
Cackle and drool at a land slowly dying | |
The monologue begins | |
The man is abandoned | |
He cracks a lonely smile like an oyster that’s been shucked and dead | |
The company, the red, posies they spring and they whipered (Sweet tragedy) | |
There’s a bird who’s broken down | |
She hunts the soil so her young can feed | |
But the morning never stays for long | |
And a flock will starve for needs | |
This is the exit or she was sown in for the soil | |
And the crowd all cheered as the menace beasts destroyed the crop and field (Sweet tragedy) | |
The ensembles tune | |
Of wretched abandon | |
We’re desperate souls | |
They litter the pavement | |
They feast on the world | |
In arrogant fashion | |
They come from the waters to spoil in his sun (How could you float to me now) |
Far beyond | |
Here lies the vaudville where creatures are gathering | |
The assembly | |
Cackle and drool at a land slowly dying | |
The monologue begins | |
The man is abandoned | |
He cracks a lonely smile like an oyster that' s been shucked and dead | |
The company, the red, posies they spring and they whipered Sweet tragedy | |
There' s a bird who' s broken down | |
She hunts the soil so her young can feed | |
But the morning never stays for long | |
And a flock will starve for needs | |
This is the exit or she was sown in for the soil | |
And the crowd all cheered as the menace beasts destroyed the crop and field Sweet tragedy | |
The ensembles tune | |
Of wretched abandon | |
We' re desperate souls | |
They litter the pavement | |
They feast on the world | |
In arrogant fashion | |
They come from the waters to spoil in his sun How could you float to me now |
Far beyond | |
Here lies the vaudville where creatures are gathering | |
The assembly | |
Cackle and drool at a land slowly dying | |
The monologue begins | |
The man is abandoned | |
He cracks a lonely smile like an oyster that' s been shucked and dead | |
The company, the red, posies they spring and they whipered Sweet tragedy | |
There' s a bird who' s broken down | |
She hunts the soil so her young can feed | |
But the morning never stays for long | |
And a flock will starve for needs | |
This is the exit or she was sown in for the soil | |
And the crowd all cheered as the menace beasts destroyed the crop and field Sweet tragedy | |
The ensembles tune | |
Of wretched abandon | |
We' re desperate souls | |
They litter the pavement | |
They feast on the world | |
In arrogant fashion | |
They come from the waters to spoil in his sun How could you float to me now |