歌曲 | Stitches |
歌手 | Skid Row |
专辑 | United World Rebellion: Chapter One |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well I’m breaking the place up | |
Cuz you’re stealing my air | |
We’ve been going to hell in a handbag | |
But it is what it is and I don’t really care | |
The loss of direction | |
Has turned me around | |
I am a lone aberration | |
Too early for judgment or too late to be found | |
I can’t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I’m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
The breaks and the bruises are | |
All that I fell | |
I can’t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I tick like a time bomb | |
And fight for my life | |
The trick in the defusing | |
You can live a new day or explode in the night | |
I’ve peeled back my eyelids | |
To try finding my way | |
Waiting on some indication | |
To leave with the light or to not where I lay | |
I can’t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I’m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
The breaks and the bruises are all that I need | |
I can’t wait for these stitches to heal | |
Bent not broken | |
Down but not out | |
Bless the chosen ones | |
Who scream out loud |
Well I' m breaking the place up | |
Cuz you' re stealing my air | |
We' ve been going to hell in a handbag | |
But it is what it is and I don' t really care | |
The loss of direction | |
Has turned me around | |
I am a lone aberration | |
Too early for judgment or too late to be found | |
I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I' m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
The breaks and the bruises are | |
All that I fell | |
I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I tick like a time bomb | |
And fight for my life | |
The trick in the defusing | |
You can live a new day or explode in the night | |
I' ve peeled back my eyelids | |
To try finding my way | |
Waiting on some indication | |
To leave with the light or to not where I lay | |
I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I' m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
The breaks and the bruises are all that I need | |
I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
Bent not broken | |
Down but not out | |
Bless the chosen ones | |
Who scream out loud |
Well I' m breaking the place up | |
Cuz you' re stealing my air | |
We' ve been going to hell in a handbag | |
But it is what it is and I don' t really care | |
The loss of direction | |
Has turned me around | |
I am a lone aberration | |
Too early for judgment or too late to be found | |
I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I' m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
The breaks and the bruises are | |
All that I fell | |
I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I tick like a time bomb | |
And fight for my life | |
The trick in the defusing | |
You can live a new day or explode in the night | |
I' ve peeled back my eyelids | |
To try finding my way | |
Waiting on some indication | |
To leave with the light or to not where I lay | |
I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
I' m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
The breaks and the bruises are all that I need | |
I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
Bent not broken | |
Down but not out | |
Bless the chosen ones | |
Who scream out loud |