歌曲 | World Series |
歌手 | Hella |
专辑 | There's No 666 In Outer Space |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hella, Hill, Hill, McWhirter ... | |
The sun and the moon | |
Have burned each other out to soon | |
So sell me some doom | |
Because I'm the only eyes wide open in the room | |
Undress the truth | |
So I can have the feeling that it has been used | |
Alone you sit | |
Your heart bleeds quiet | |
You seem afraid | |
Loose lips sink ships! | |
You have no grip | |
Don't you know? | |
You're gonna die die die all alone | |
The look on your face | |
Has been making me lose sleep for days | |
Asleep in the haze | |
In the middle of where everything is gray | |
The games that we play | |
Are gonna be the death of us someway... somehow | |
And I've been told about | |
How the dawning of the hour is finally here. | |
(And) I could sing out loud | |
If only the mighty and proud would all just disappear | |
Did someone open an undertow? | |
Or is this drowning feeling typical? | |
It isn't really who you know | |
It's how blatantly artistic you're completely hypocritical | |
Don't you know you're gonna die die all alone? | |
Let this fire cover your vision for disintegration is a gift (this is a supernatural pandemic) |
zuo qu : Hella, Hill, Hill, McWhirter ... | |
The sun and the moon | |
Have burned each other out to soon | |
So sell me some doom | |
Because I' m the only eyes wide open in the room | |
Undress the truth | |
So I can have the feeling that it has been used | |
Alone you sit | |
Your heart bleeds quiet | |
You seem afraid | |
Loose lips sink ships! | |
You have no grip | |
Don' t you know? | |
You' re gonna die die die all alone | |
The look on your face | |
Has been making me lose sleep for days | |
Asleep in the haze | |
In the middle of where everything is gray | |
The games that we play | |
Are gonna be the death of us someway... somehow | |
And I' ve been told about | |
How the dawning of the hour is finally here. | |
And I could sing out loud | |
If only the mighty and proud would all just disappear | |
Did someone open an undertow? | |
Or is this drowning feeling typical? | |
It isn' t really who you know | |
It' s how blatantly artistic you' re completely hypocritical | |
Don' t you know you' re gonna die die all alone? | |
Let this fire cover your vision for disintegration is a gift this is a supernatural pandemic |
zuò qǔ : Hella, Hill, Hill, McWhirter ... | |
The sun and the moon | |
Have burned each other out to soon | |
So sell me some doom | |
Because I' m the only eyes wide open in the room | |
Undress the truth | |
So I can have the feeling that it has been used | |
Alone you sit | |
Your heart bleeds quiet | |
You seem afraid | |
Loose lips sink ships! | |
You have no grip | |
Don' t you know? | |
You' re gonna die die die all alone | |
The look on your face | |
Has been making me lose sleep for days | |
Asleep in the haze | |
In the middle of where everything is gray | |
The games that we play | |
Are gonna be the death of us someway... somehow | |
And I' ve been told about | |
How the dawning of the hour is finally here. | |
And I could sing out loud | |
If only the mighty and proud would all just disappear | |
Did someone open an undertow? | |
Or is this drowning feeling typical? | |
It isn' t really who you know | |
It' s how blatantly artistic you' re completely hypocritical | |
Don' t you know you' re gonna die die all alone? | |
Let this fire cover your vision for disintegration is a gift this is a supernatural pandemic |