歌曲 | Cavity King |
歌手 | Project 86 |
专辑 | And The Rest Will Follow |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Project Eighty Six | |
Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her | |
Progress possession in blackmail entrails to | |
Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade | |
Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
This is regret in it's purest, a simple plan here | |
You're on the trail of the hunted, haunted now | |
Smiling and nodding, she'll go without a fight | |
To your delight, she's unaware, she's helpless in your sights | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
Encounters though brief | |
Murdering heaping the coals, the heat, surgery pending | |
You're the king of cavity quenching by inching the tips | |
Of fingers across the forbidden, forbidden, forbidden | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she's more than a story | |
Your entries made public | |
Your journals in crimson | |
Her veins filled with red ink | |
Your quill spills in crimson | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she's more than a story | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she's more than a story |
zuo ci : Project Eighty Six | |
Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her | |
Progress possession in blackmail entrails to | |
Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade | |
Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
This is regret in it' s purest, a simple plan here | |
You' re on the trail of the hunted, haunted now | |
Smiling and nodding, she' ll go without a fight | |
To your delight, she' s unaware, she' s helpless in your sights | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
Encounters though brief | |
Murdering heaping the coals, the heat, surgery pending | |
You' re the king of cavity quenching by inching the tips | |
Of fingers across the forbidden, forbidden, forbidden | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she' s more than a story | |
Your entries made public | |
Your journals in crimson | |
Her veins filled with red ink | |
Your quill spills in crimson | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she' s more than a story | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she' s more than a story |
zuò cí : Project Eighty Six | |
Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her | |
Progress possession in blackmail entrails to | |
Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade | |
Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
This is regret in it' s purest, a simple plan here | |
You' re on the trail of the hunted, haunted now | |
Smiling and nodding, she' ll go without a fight | |
To your delight, she' s unaware, she' s helpless in your sights | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
Encounters though brief | |
Murdering heaping the coals, the heat, surgery pending | |
You' re the king of cavity quenching by inching the tips | |
Of fingers across the forbidden, forbidden, forbidden | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she' s more than a story | |
Your entries made public | |
Your journals in crimson | |
Her veins filled with red ink | |
Your quill spills in crimson | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
Your quill still draws her in | |
Red ink, spills from her veins | |
In curses, in cursive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she' s more than a story | |
I know, you ache | |
But she is alive | |
I know, you ache | |
But she' s more than a story |