歌曲 | Between The Demons |
歌手 | Raised Fist |
专辑 | Dedication |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Raised Fist | |
I am the darkest demon. | |
Taken from the second season. | |
I reside at the bottom of a bottle and my inside is about to rot. | |
I’m working to inflict some pain. | |
Bloodstain! | |
In front of me you stand trial. | |
Come to me my child. | |
And no one can hear me cry. | |
I’m the rest of your life. | |
And sadly | |
I stand trial. | |
Come to me my child. | |
I’m trapped between the demons, have to get away from the darkest season. | |
Wiping the sweat off my forehead seconds before his eyes turn into red. | |
I’m looking for another location, simply running into desperation. | |
Nothing changes | |
I’ve lost my faith. | |
Why did I have to grow up in hate? | |
Feels like a living insanity. | |
I am the dark reality. | |
Something is pulling me down. | |
I capture all the hate around. | |
Moving in different corners. | |
I make you feel worthless. | |
It feels like | |
I’m on trial. | |
Come to me my child. |
zuo qu : Raised Fist | |
I am the darkest demon. | |
Taken from the second season. | |
I reside at the bottom of a bottle and my inside is about to rot. | |
I' m working to inflict some pain. | |
Bloodstain! | |
In front of me you stand trial. | |
Come to me my child. | |
And no one can hear me cry. | |
I' m the rest of your life. | |
And sadly | |
I stand trial. | |
Come to me my child. | |
I' m trapped between the demons, have to get away from the darkest season. | |
Wiping the sweat off my forehead seconds before his eyes turn into red. | |
I' m looking for another location, simply running into desperation. | |
Nothing changes | |
I' ve lost my faith. | |
Why did I have to grow up in hate? | |
Feels like a living insanity. | |
I am the dark reality. | |
Something is pulling me down. | |
I capture all the hate around. | |
Moving in different corners. | |
I make you feel worthless. | |
It feels like | |
I' m on trial. | |
Come to me my child. |
zuò qǔ : Raised Fist | |
I am the darkest demon. | |
Taken from the second season. | |
I reside at the bottom of a bottle and my inside is about to rot. | |
I' m working to inflict some pain. | |
Bloodstain! | |
In front of me you stand trial. | |
Come to me my child. | |
And no one can hear me cry. | |
I' m the rest of your life. | |
And sadly | |
I stand trial. | |
Come to me my child. | |
I' m trapped between the demons, have to get away from the darkest season. | |
Wiping the sweat off my forehead seconds before his eyes turn into red. | |
I' m looking for another location, simply running into desperation. | |
Nothing changes | |
I' ve lost my faith. | |
Why did I have to grow up in hate? | |
Feels like a living insanity. | |
I am the dark reality. | |
Something is pulling me down. | |
I capture all the hate around. | |
Moving in different corners. | |
I make you feel worthless. | |
It feels like | |
I' m on trial. | |
Come to me my child. |