作词 : Fitch, Hennessy | |
Get in the car boy. | |
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | |
Light and motion | |
Empty highway | |
Moving forward | |
Feeling my weight | |
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | |
Sound and tension | |
Teaching me time | |
Holdin' me down | |
Breaking my ass | |
There is no light | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song. | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
I give up | |
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | |
I am reborn | |
Feeling new weight | |
I'm born of motion | |
Born of hate | |
There is no wrong | |
There is no right | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
I slam in sideways through the door. | |
Sleek, but not sober. | |
Something in me open, unfinished. | |
I pull the sheet back off your unconscious form. | |
Shed the liquor from my coke bottle. | |
I get what i came for. | |
I find closure, i achieve ( ? ) | |
I take the matches from my pocket. | |
Yeah, i strike one. | |
I count to ten. | |
And i let the matches fall. | |
I let the matches fall. | |
I'm a hard pig... |
zuo ci : Fitch, Hennessy | |
Get in the car boy. | |
1 2 3 4 | |
Light and motion | |
Empty highway | |
Moving forward | |
Feeling my weight | |
1 2 3 4 | |
Sound and tension | |
Teaching me time | |
Holdin' me down | |
Breaking my ass | |
There is no light | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song. | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
I give up | |
1 2 3 4 | |
I am reborn | |
Feeling new weight | |
I' m born of motion | |
Born of hate | |
There is no wrong | |
There is no right | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
I slam in sideways through the door. | |
Sleek, but not sober. | |
Something in me open, unfinished. | |
I pull the sheet back off your unconscious form. | |
Shed the liquor from my coke bottle. | |
I get what i came for. | |
I find closure, i achieve nbsp? | |
I take the matches from my pocket. | |
Yeah, i strike one. | |
I count to ten. | |
And i let the matches fall. | |
I let the matches fall. | |
I' m a hard pig... |
zuò cí : Fitch, Hennessy | |
Get in the car boy. | |
1 2 3 4 | |
Light and motion | |
Empty highway | |
Moving forward | |
Feeling my weight | |
1 2 3 4 | |
Sound and tension | |
Teaching me time | |
Holdin' me down | |
Breaking my ass | |
There is no light | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song. | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
I give up | |
1 2 3 4 | |
I am reborn | |
Feeling new weight | |
I' m born of motion | |
Born of hate | |
There is no wrong | |
There is no right | |
There is no light | |
Death is the hard song | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
Why make me a sinner when i do just what you say? | |
Why call me a killer if i give myself away? | |
I slam in sideways through the door. | |
Sleek, but not sober. | |
Something in me open, unfinished. | |
I pull the sheet back off your unconscious form. | |
Shed the liquor from my coke bottle. | |
I get what i came for. | |
I find closure, i achieve nbsp? | |
I take the matches from my pocket. | |
Yeah, i strike one. | |
I count to ten. | |
And i let the matches fall. | |
I let the matches fall. | |
I' m a hard pig... |