歌曲 | You Put A Hex On Me |
歌手 | Mortiis |
专辑 | The Smell Of Rain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mortiis | |
Dancing round the burning fire. | |
Calling out the names of the dead. | |
Chanting all your dark desires. | |
As you stick your pins in my head. | |
Painted faces all around me. | |
Speak of things | |
I don't understand. | |
Somebody's blood is on the ground. | |
My time is here, it is at hand. | |
Why do you use the old juju? | |
Why do you battle all them bones? | |
I'm telling you | |
I'm not the one for you. | |
But still you throw the stones. | |
You put a hex on me. | |
In the middle of a circle. | |
Sits the one to fear. | |
Maker of all miracles, | |
The one I won't go near. | |
It's the doctor that is blind, | |
But still he'll cast the spell. | |
Don't ever look into this evil mind, | |
Unless you want to see his hell. | |
Wicked laughter fills the air. | |
Everyone is laughing at me. | |
Can't escape this trancelike stare, | |
He wants me to be blind like he. | |
Needles, nails and broken glass. | |
Incantations from the past. | |
I'm just a toy in this unholy mass, | |
Not the first nor will | |
I be the last. |
zuo ci : Mortiis | |
Dancing round the burning fire. | |
Calling out the names of the dead. | |
Chanting all your dark desires. | |
As you stick your pins in my head. | |
Painted faces all around me. | |
Speak of things | |
I don' t understand. | |
Somebody' s blood is on the ground. | |
My time is here, it is at hand. | |
Why do you use the old juju? | |
Why do you battle all them bones? | |
I' m telling you | |
I' m not the one for you. | |
But still you throw the stones. | |
You put a hex on me. | |
In the middle of a circle. | |
Sits the one to fear. | |
Maker of all miracles, | |
The one I won' t go near. | |
It' s the doctor that is blind, | |
But still he' ll cast the spell. | |
Don' t ever look into this evil mind, | |
Unless you want to see his hell. | |
Wicked laughter fills the air. | |
Everyone is laughing at me. | |
Can' t escape this trancelike stare, | |
He wants me to be blind like he. | |
Needles, nails and broken glass. | |
Incantations from the past. | |
I' m just a toy in this unholy mass, | |
Not the first nor will | |
I be the last. |
zuò cí : Mortiis | |
Dancing round the burning fire. | |
Calling out the names of the dead. | |
Chanting all your dark desires. | |
As you stick your pins in my head. | |
Painted faces all around me. | |
Speak of things | |
I don' t understand. | |
Somebody' s blood is on the ground. | |
My time is here, it is at hand. | |
Why do you use the old juju? | |
Why do you battle all them bones? | |
I' m telling you | |
I' m not the one for you. | |
But still you throw the stones. | |
You put a hex on me. | |
In the middle of a circle. | |
Sits the one to fear. | |
Maker of all miracles, | |
The one I won' t go near. | |
It' s the doctor that is blind, | |
But still he' ll cast the spell. | |
Don' t ever look into this evil mind, | |
Unless you want to see his hell. | |
Wicked laughter fills the air. | |
Everyone is laughing at me. | |
Can' t escape this trancelike stare, | |
He wants me to be blind like he. | |
Needles, nails and broken glass. | |
Incantations from the past. | |
I' m just a toy in this unholy mass, | |
Not the first nor will | |
I be the last. |