作词 : Mould | |
Poison thoughts in my mind | |
Got to free myself from this bind | |
I know i'm a reasoning guy | |
In an act like jesus christ | |
Stare into the sun | |
You don't see eye to eye with anyone | |
I throw it all away (don't talk to me no more) | |
The more i think, the less i've got to say (i don't remember you no more) | |
About these poison years: it's just a memory | |
And every time you knock me down | |
It's all that i can do to get up off the ground | |
Pull myself apart again | |
At the end of this rope | |
Rope at the end of the line | |
I see you swing by your neck on a vine | |
Treason is the reason for my poison years | |
Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years | |
Poison years in my mind | |
Got to free myself from this bind | |
I know i'm a reasoning guy | |
Every time you knock me down | |
It's all that i can do to get up | |
To get up off the ground |
zuo ci : Mould | |
Poison thoughts in my mind | |
Got to free myself from this bind | |
I know i' m a reasoning guy | |
In an act like jesus christ | |
Stare into the sun | |
You don' t see eye to eye with anyone | |
I throw it all away don' t talk to me no more | |
The more i think, the less i' ve got to say i don' t remember you no more | |
About these poison years: it' s just a memory | |
And every time you knock me down | |
It' s all that i can do to get up off the ground | |
Pull myself apart again | |
At the end of this rope | |
Rope at the end of the line | |
I see you swing by your neck on a vine | |
Treason is the reason for my poison years | |
Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years | |
Poison years in my mind | |
Got to free myself from this bind | |
I know i' m a reasoning guy | |
Every time you knock me down | |
It' s all that i can do to get up | |
To get up off the ground |
zuò cí : Mould | |
Poison thoughts in my mind | |
Got to free myself from this bind | |
I know i' m a reasoning guy | |
In an act like jesus christ | |
Stare into the sun | |
You don' t see eye to eye with anyone | |
I throw it all away don' t talk to me no more | |
The more i think, the less i' ve got to say i don' t remember you no more | |
About these poison years: it' s just a memory | |
And every time you knock me down | |
It' s all that i can do to get up off the ground | |
Pull myself apart again | |
At the end of this rope | |
Rope at the end of the line | |
I see you swing by your neck on a vine | |
Treason is the reason for my poison years | |
Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years | |
Poison years in my mind | |
Got to free myself from this bind | |
I know i' m a reasoning guy | |
Every time you knock me down | |
It' s all that i can do to get up | |
To get up off the ground |