歌曲 | The Mind of a Grimes |
歌手 | Maylene and the Sons of Disaster |
专辑 | Maylene and the Sons of Disaster |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cornutt, Taylor | |
Loaded down ready to end it all. | |
Coming this far can't be a nothing. | |
Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes. | |
Martyrs this blood makes. | |
Digging the graves for the valleydale saints. | |
Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine. | |
Such a sweet goodbye. | |
Years brought me to this moment and these plans are what young dreams are made of. | |
You're laying silent but | |
I thought you ruled this town. | |
Never second guess revenge. | |
Not much for fast lines, to me it's just a ride. | |
Knowing your burning tonight. | |
Sympathy's for the weak. | |
Born to make false models become one with their disease. | |
A psychotic dream you hear him calling. | |
The Lord helps those who seek relief. |
zuo qu : Cornutt, Taylor | |
Loaded down ready to end it all. | |
Coming this far can' t be a nothing. | |
Flirting with death everyday, but we don' t make mistakes. | |
Martyrs this blood makes. | |
Digging the graves for the valleydale saints. | |
Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine. | |
Such a sweet goodbye. | |
Years brought me to this moment and these plans are what young dreams are made of. | |
You' re laying silent but | |
I thought you ruled this town. | |
Never second guess revenge. | |
Not much for fast lines, to me it' s just a ride. | |
Knowing your burning tonight. | |
Sympathy' s for the weak. | |
Born to make false models become one with their disease. | |
A psychotic dream you hear him calling. | |
The Lord helps those who seek relief. |
zuò qǔ : Cornutt, Taylor | |
Loaded down ready to end it all. | |
Coming this far can' t be a nothing. | |
Flirting with death everyday, but we don' t make mistakes. | |
Martyrs this blood makes. | |
Digging the graves for the valleydale saints. | |
Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine. | |
Such a sweet goodbye. | |
Years brought me to this moment and these plans are what young dreams are made of. | |
You' re laying silent but | |
I thought you ruled this town. | |
Never second guess revenge. | |
Not much for fast lines, to me it' s just a ride. | |
Knowing your burning tonight. | |
Sympathy' s for the weak. | |
Born to make false models become one with their disease. | |
A psychotic dream you hear him calling. | |
The Lord helps those who seek relief. |