歌曲 | Without Hope |
歌手 | Prong |
专辑 | Rude Awakening |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Prong | |
I just know its all gone wrong, feeling all the pressures can't weather the storm. 'Cause I kept myself in a cage all wound up | |
and filled up with rage. Forgive oneself of nothing at all-Pounding my head against the wall. Guilt ridden and bound to lose. | |
Puncture my wounds, won't see the truth. I looked in the mirror, what did I see? One man bitter with apathy. The whole thing | |
turned out to be a joke. But I'm not laughing. I'm without hope. Its never well thought out, just my instant demise. Haste and | |
hatred my inner desire. its all so bitter the hurt inside. Haste and hatred my inner desire. Ruptured I've lost it all. My heart | |
ripped out can't stand at all. 'Cause I've cost my brain to never relax. Picking at all the torturous facts. |
zuo ci : Prong | |
I just know its all gone wrong, feeling all the pressures can' t weather the storm. ' Cause I kept myself in a cage all wound up | |
and filled up with rage. Forgive oneself of nothing at allPounding my head against the wall. Guilt ridden and bound to lose. | |
Puncture my wounds, won' t see the truth. I looked in the mirror, what did I see? One man bitter with apathy. The whole thing | |
turned out to be a joke. But I' m not laughing. I' m without hope. Its never well thought out, just my instant demise. Haste and | |
hatred my inner desire. its all so bitter the hurt inside. Haste and hatred my inner desire. Ruptured I' ve lost it all. My heart | |
ripped out can' t stand at all. ' Cause I' ve cost my brain to never relax. Picking at all the torturous facts. |
zuò cí : Prong | |
I just know its all gone wrong, feeling all the pressures can' t weather the storm. ' Cause I kept myself in a cage all wound up | |
and filled up with rage. Forgive oneself of nothing at allPounding my head against the wall. Guilt ridden and bound to lose. | |
Puncture my wounds, won' t see the truth. I looked in the mirror, what did I see? One man bitter with apathy. The whole thing | |
turned out to be a joke. But I' m not laughing. I' m without hope. Its never well thought out, just my instant demise. Haste and | |
hatred my inner desire. its all so bitter the hurt inside. Haste and hatred my inner desire. Ruptured I' ve lost it all. My heart | |
ripped out can' t stand at all. ' Cause I' ve cost my brain to never relax. Picking at all the torturous facts. |