歌曲 | The Ruins |
歌手 | Juga-Naut |
歌手 | Giallo Point |
专辑 | Back to the Grill Again |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thomas Higgins | |
作曲 : Barrie Dixon | |
I stay private, let my guard down and fall in love | |
Sex, pain, happiness and all the above | |
Call my bluff, never too tough, people do stuff | |
New stuff, people make mistakes,people screw stuff | |
Things you cant imagine that they would ever | |
Do stuff, everyday days different, | |
Hold a grudge or renew stuff | |
Loose stuff, never be the same, take my last Name | |
Or take away the pain with a blast the brain | |
Blast of with the blast of the cane...raspy like Kokone.. mastered my craft like the wrath of Kane | |
Masterbate or take a chance on a dinner dance | |
Dance with death, what’s left we can give a chance | |
The river runs dry we when deny change... | |
lie, hate, sleep, cry we all find ways | |
Reminisce on better days, while we set the stage, Set traps, we all fall flat so protect your face | |
The carnage of the human mind, the human form will make a sane Brain storm when your doing fine | |
Discover wine, uncover your deeps depths, today ain’t promised, but we act like there’s weeks left, | |
There all standing on the right but we keep left | |
More road blocks, more problems to speed test | |
A weak nest is a weakness, you need a strong foundation, so there’s more comfort for the sweet creatures | |
I’m paying bills of features, burning of the leeches | |
Learning of the streets, learning of the teachers, | |
You ain’t taught to deal with emotions, | |
You ain’t Taught, that the human thought | |
is the biggest ocean | |
You ain’t taught rest, you ain’t taught to sleep right | |
You just taught to fight, stay hype and be the best | |
We’re just taught if she’s wearing a dress, that’s she can’t tell you shit, with that’s shit, we can never win | |
Lies that were fed to us..... | |
The truths dead to us... you made your sleep in it | |
I sift through the ruins, bare hands | |
Dead pan, I sift through the ruins |
zuo ci : Thomas Higgins | |
zuo qu : Barrie Dixon | |
I stay private, let my guard down and fall in love | |
Sex, pain, happiness and all the above | |
Call my bluff, never too tough, people do stuff | |
New stuff, people make mistakes, people screw stuff | |
Things you cant imagine that they would ever | |
Do stuff, everyday days different, | |
Hold a grudge or renew stuff | |
Loose stuff, never be the same, take my last Name | |
Or take away the pain with a blast the brain | |
Blast of with the blast of the cane... raspy like Kokone.. mastered my craft like the wrath of Kane | |
Masterbate or take a chance on a dinner dance | |
Dance with death, what' s left we can give a chance | |
The river runs dry we when deny change... | |
lie, hate, sleep, cry we all find ways | |
Reminisce on better days, while we set the stage, Set traps, we all fall flat so protect your face | |
The carnage of the human mind, the human form will make a sane Brain storm when your doing fine | |
Discover wine, uncover your deeps depths, today ain' t promised, but we act like there' s weeks left, | |
There all standing on the right but we keep left | |
More road blocks, more problems to speed test | |
A weak nest is a weakness, you need a strong foundation, so there' s more comfort for the sweet creatures | |
I' m paying bills of features, burning of the leeches | |
Learning of the streets, learning of the teachers, | |
You ain' t taught to deal with emotions, | |
You ain' t Taught, that the human thought | |
is the biggest ocean | |
You ain' t taught rest, you ain' t taught to sleep right | |
You just taught to fight, stay hype and be the best | |
We' re just taught if she' s wearing a dress, that' s she can' t tell you shit, with that' s shit, we can never win | |
Lies that were fed to us..... | |
The truths dead to us... you made your sleep in it | |
I sift through the ruins, bare hands | |
Dead pan, I sift through the ruins |
zuò cí : Thomas Higgins | |
zuò qǔ : Barrie Dixon | |
I stay private, let my guard down and fall in love | |
Sex, pain, happiness and all the above | |
Call my bluff, never too tough, people do stuff | |
New stuff, people make mistakes, people screw stuff | |
Things you cant imagine that they would ever | |
Do stuff, everyday days different, | |
Hold a grudge or renew stuff | |
Loose stuff, never be the same, take my last Name | |
Or take away the pain with a blast the brain | |
Blast of with the blast of the cane... raspy like Kokone.. mastered my craft like the wrath of Kane | |
Masterbate or take a chance on a dinner dance | |
Dance with death, what' s left we can give a chance | |
The river runs dry we when deny change... | |
lie, hate, sleep, cry we all find ways | |
Reminisce on better days, while we set the stage, Set traps, we all fall flat so protect your face | |
The carnage of the human mind, the human form will make a sane Brain storm when your doing fine | |
Discover wine, uncover your deeps depths, today ain' t promised, but we act like there' s weeks left, | |
There all standing on the right but we keep left | |
More road blocks, more problems to speed test | |
A weak nest is a weakness, you need a strong foundation, so there' s more comfort for the sweet creatures | |
I' m paying bills of features, burning of the leeches | |
Learning of the streets, learning of the teachers, | |
You ain' t taught to deal with emotions, | |
You ain' t Taught, that the human thought | |
is the biggest ocean | |
You ain' t taught rest, you ain' t taught to sleep right | |
You just taught to fight, stay hype and be the best | |
We' re just taught if she' s wearing a dress, that' s she can' t tell you shit, with that' s shit, we can never win | |
Lies that were fed to us..... | |
The truths dead to us... you made your sleep in it | |
I sift through the ruins, bare hands | |
Dead pan, I sift through the ruins |