歌曲 | Breathing Blood |
歌手 | Oh, Sleeper |
专辑 | Son Of The Morning |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon, he speaks of alliances that beckoned me long before the womb | |
I’ve caused more wounds than | |
I’m worth | |
I see now, you must not have heard… | |
I am the natural born killer | |
There is freedom passed your history, but | |
This air won’t fill my lungs, you should be breathing blood | |
See, this death, it was your victory, so | |
Teach me to fill my lungs, never stop breathing blood | |
I had it all so very wrong, but | |
I fought, | |
I fought with only song | |
Because I’ve tried, | |
I’m trying like a beast all alone | |
My words, my words have aired in poison | |
Please teach me how to breathe because this air is failing my need | |
Fill my lungs with what will bleed from my enemies | |
If death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? | |
I’m born a war machine not knowing which beckon to heed | |
Will I rise as a tool for glory or be lost in dormancies? | |
I’ve regained consciousness under this swinging moon | |
You filled my lungs and each breath heals this killer’s wounds | |
There is freedom passed your history, but | |
This air won’t fill my lungs, you should be breathing blood | |
See, this death, it was your victory, so | |
Teach me to fill my lungs, never stop breathing blood | |
Because I hear him speaking to me | |
For the first time he cleared my head, that’s when he said, “ | |
Only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength, and soon you’ll find, only the fearless will reach their potential’s peak” | |
Tell me, if death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? | |
If death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? |
zuo qu : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon, he speaks of alliances that beckoned me long before the womb | |
I' ve caused more wounds than | |
I' m worth | |
I see now, you must not have heard | |
I am the natural born killer | |
There is freedom passed your history, but | |
This air won' t fill my lungs, you should be breathing blood | |
See, this death, it was your victory, so | |
Teach me to fill my lungs, never stop breathing blood | |
I had it all so very wrong, but | |
I fought, | |
I fought with only song | |
Because I' ve tried, | |
I' m trying like a beast all alone | |
My words, my words have aired in poison | |
Please teach me how to breathe because this air is failing my need | |
Fill my lungs with what will bleed from my enemies | |
If death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? | |
I' m born a war machine not knowing which beckon to heed | |
Will I rise as a tool for glory or be lost in dormancies? | |
I' ve regained consciousness under this swinging moon | |
You filled my lungs and each breath heals this killer' s wounds | |
There is freedom passed your history, but | |
This air won' t fill my lungs, you should be breathing blood | |
See, this death, it was your victory, so | |
Teach me to fill my lungs, never stop breathing blood | |
Because I hear him speaking to me | |
For the first time he cleared my head, that' s when he said, " | |
Only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength, and soon you' ll find, only the fearless will reach their potential' s peak" | |
Tell me, if death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? | |
If death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? |
zuò qǔ : Kinard, Oh Sleeper | |
Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon, he speaks of alliances that beckoned me long before the womb | |
I' ve caused more wounds than | |
I' m worth | |
I see now, you must not have heard | |
I am the natural born killer | |
There is freedom passed your history, but | |
This air won' t fill my lungs, you should be breathing blood | |
See, this death, it was your victory, so | |
Teach me to fill my lungs, never stop breathing blood | |
I had it all so very wrong, but | |
I fought, | |
I fought with only song | |
Because I' ve tried, | |
I' m trying like a beast all alone | |
My words, my words have aired in poison | |
Please teach me how to breathe because this air is failing my need | |
Fill my lungs with what will bleed from my enemies | |
If death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? | |
I' m born a war machine not knowing which beckon to heed | |
Will I rise as a tool for glory or be lost in dormancies? | |
I' ve regained consciousness under this swinging moon | |
You filled my lungs and each breath heals this killer' s wounds | |
There is freedom passed your history, but | |
This air won' t fill my lungs, you should be breathing blood | |
See, this death, it was your victory, so | |
Teach me to fill my lungs, never stop breathing blood | |
Because I hear him speaking to me | |
For the first time he cleared my head, that' s when he said, " | |
Only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength, and soon you' ll find, only the fearless will reach their potential' s peak" | |
Tell me, if death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? | |
If death is victory, how afraid of life can we be? |