Skin 歌词
| 歌曲 | Skin |
| 歌手 | Chamber |
| 专辑 | Ripping / Pulling / Tearing |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gabe Manuel/Jacob Lilly/Taylor Carpenter/Taylor Stephenson/Christian Smith | |
| 作曲 : Gabe Manuel/Jacob Lilly/Taylor Carpenter/Taylor Stephenson/Christian Smith | |
| I rip at my skin with nails I gnawed short. | |
| Claw and tear until I pluck my nerves. Unwind the fibers that hold me together. | |
| Slashing the sutures that have made me whole. | |
| Dig my way out | |
| Blisters and sores split and bleed until I feel nothing. | |
| Marrow aches for cleansing fire's purifying touch | |
| Just let go, you're nothing to everyone | |
| Shut your eyes, there's nothing for you here | |
| I wrestle with the whispers. | |
| Hatred softly spoken. | |
| A voice in my mind sings ""Fire has no conscience"". | |
| Let it spread. Grow, and consume all of me. | |
| Dig my way out. |
| zuo ci : Gabe Manuel Jacob Lilly Taylor Carpenter Taylor Stephenson Christian Smith | |
| zuo qu : Gabe Manuel Jacob Lilly Taylor Carpenter Taylor Stephenson Christian Smith | |
| I rip at my skin with nails I gnawed short. | |
| Claw and tear until I pluck my nerves. Unwind the fibers that hold me together. | |
| Slashing the sutures that have made me whole. | |
| Dig my way out | |
| Blisters and sores split and bleed until I feel nothing. | |
| Marrow aches for cleansing fire' s purifying touch | |
| Just let go, you' re nothing to everyone | |
| Shut your eyes, there' s nothing for you here | |
| I wrestle with the whispers. | |
| Hatred softly spoken. | |
| A voice in my mind sings "" Fire has no conscience"". | |
| Let it spread. Grow, and consume all of me. | |
| Dig my way out. |
| zuò cí : Gabe Manuel Jacob Lilly Taylor Carpenter Taylor Stephenson Christian Smith | |
| zuò qǔ : Gabe Manuel Jacob Lilly Taylor Carpenter Taylor Stephenson Christian Smith | |
| I rip at my skin with nails I gnawed short. | |
| Claw and tear until I pluck my nerves. Unwind the fibers that hold me together. | |
| Slashing the sutures that have made me whole. | |
| Dig my way out | |
| Blisters and sores split and bleed until I feel nothing. | |
| Marrow aches for cleansing fire' s purifying touch | |
| Just let go, you' re nothing to everyone | |
| Shut your eyes, there' s nothing for you here | |
| I wrestle with the whispers. | |
| Hatred softly spoken. | |
| A voice in my mind sings "" Fire has no conscience"". | |
| Let it spread. Grow, and consume all of me. | |
| Dig my way out. |
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