歌曲 | For All The Sin |
歌手 | Nothingface |
专辑 | Violence |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gaal, Holt, Houck, Maxwell | |
before this starts | |
i just want to tell you | |
that you could fuck us | |
love me | |
so i can relax | |
so i can aim straight | |
so i can do right for us | |
i know you inside | |
i know you're cold | |
i know you're saddened by the loss of those | |
they really loved you | |
and now you're cold | |
i'm sorry that you're next, so go | |
who's next? all right! | |
with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
screaming, all right | |
in the bloody back seat of my hearse | |
hanging, all right | |
on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
who's next? all right! | |
it's everybody's time to die | |
my mind does this | |
i can't stop the RAGE inside | |
my hands again | |
hate me | |
so i can relax | |
so i can kill you | |
so i can do right for us | |
no more pretending | |
we're all alone | |
i want to hear just why you left us all | |
we really loved you | |
but now we're cold | |
i'm sorry that you're next to go | |
who's next? all right! | |
with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
screaming, all right | |
in the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
hanging, all right | |
on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
who's next? All right? | |
it's everybody's time to die | |
yeah, fuck, you'll die you fucking bitch | |
i can't deny | |
forensic lies | |
or hateful sighs | |
i'll wait for you, i wait for you | |
i'm glad you know | |
i cannot take this anymore | |
you've pushed me to the limits | |
you sold us this before | |
but still I know | |
we'll find the right one to fight with us now | |
and i know that you're set on us, you're set on us | |
you're set on us | |
you're set on us. |
zuo qu : Gaal, Holt, Houck, Maxwell | |
before this starts | |
i just want to tell you | |
that you could fuck us | |
love me | |
so i can relax | |
so i can aim straight | |
so i can do right for us | |
i know you inside | |
i know you' re cold | |
i know you' re saddened by the loss of those | |
they really loved you | |
and now you' re cold | |
i' m sorry that you' re next, so go | |
who' s next? all right! | |
with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
screaming, all right | |
in the bloody back seat of my hearse | |
hanging, all right | |
on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
who' s next? all right! | |
it' s everybody' s time to die | |
my mind does this | |
i can' t stop the RAGE inside | |
my hands again | |
hate me | |
so i can relax | |
so i can kill you | |
so i can do right for us | |
no more pretending | |
we' re all alone | |
i want to hear just why you left us all | |
we really loved you | |
but now we' re cold | |
i' m sorry that you' re next to go | |
who' s next? all right! | |
with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
screaming, all right | |
in the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
hanging, all right | |
on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
who' s next? All right? | |
it' s everybody' s time to die | |
yeah, fuck, you' ll die you fucking bitch | |
i can' t deny | |
forensic lies | |
or hateful sighs | |
i' ll wait for you, i wait for you | |
i' m glad you know | |
i cannot take this anymore | |
you' ve pushed me to the limits | |
you sold us this before | |
but still I know | |
we' ll find the right one to fight with us now | |
and i know that you' re set on us, you' re set on us | |
you' re set on us | |
you' re set on us. |
zuò qǔ : Gaal, Holt, Houck, Maxwell | |
before this starts | |
i just want to tell you | |
that you could fuck us | |
love me | |
so i can relax | |
so i can aim straight | |
so i can do right for us | |
i know you inside | |
i know you' re cold | |
i know you' re saddened by the loss of those | |
they really loved you | |
and now you' re cold | |
i' m sorry that you' re next, so go | |
who' s next? all right! | |
with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
screaming, all right | |
in the bloody back seat of my hearse | |
hanging, all right | |
on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
who' s next? all right! | |
it' s everybody' s time to die | |
my mind does this | |
i can' t stop the RAGE inside | |
my hands again | |
hate me | |
so i can relax | |
so i can kill you | |
so i can do right for us | |
no more pretending | |
we' re all alone | |
i want to hear just why you left us all | |
we really loved you | |
but now we' re cold | |
i' m sorry that you' re next to go | |
who' s next? all right! | |
with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
screaming, all right | |
in the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
hanging, all right | |
on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
who' s next? All right? | |
it' s everybody' s time to die | |
yeah, fuck, you' ll die you fucking bitch | |
i can' t deny | |
forensic lies | |
or hateful sighs | |
i' ll wait for you, i wait for you | |
i' m glad you know | |
i cannot take this anymore | |
you' ve pushed me to the limits | |
you sold us this before | |
but still I know | |
we' ll find the right one to fight with us now | |
and i know that you' re set on us, you' re set on us | |
you' re set on us | |
you' re set on us. |