歌曲 | The Snuff Dreams Are Made Of |
歌手 | Dodheimsgard |
专辑 | Supervillain Outcast |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kvohst, Vicotnik | |
The castle of death | |
Gets under your skin | |
Like a fucking virus | |
Ushering you in | |
This body of bile | |
This body of needs | |
The world is transparent | |
You will never leave | |
Ride the paranoia | |
All life is pain | |
Only the Grave | |
Is real | |
Spitting the salt | |
Chalked out for good | |
Clutching your marbles | |
Dead as fog | |
Iron teeth turn the weeds | |
This fallow soul bleeds for me | |
Practising suicides | |
Introvert sadist mindfucker | |
This method is mantric | |
Curled up for the carver | |
On the broken saddle | |
Red-suckled with fear | |
Flogging the saints | |
For wasted days | |
Bone palace greed | |
shunning the poison | |
Gritted ground gears | |
Barricaded youth | |
Born on your knees | |
Toll to bell - Horror | |
Sheds rusty tears | |
The snuff dreams are made of | |
The pendulum stops | |
Every mouth chews the silence | |
Minds fold over at the edges |
zuo qu : Kvohst, Vicotnik | |
The castle of death | |
Gets under your skin | |
Like a fucking virus | |
Ushering you in | |
This body of bile | |
This body of needs | |
The world is transparent | |
You will never leave | |
Ride the paranoia | |
All life is pain | |
Only the Grave | |
Is real | |
Spitting the salt | |
Chalked out for good | |
Clutching your marbles | |
Dead as fog | |
Iron teeth turn the weeds | |
This fallow soul bleeds for me | |
Practising suicides | |
Introvert sadist mindfucker | |
This method is mantric | |
Curled up for the carver | |
On the broken saddle | |
Redsuckled with fear | |
Flogging the saints | |
For wasted days | |
Bone palace greed | |
shunning the poison | |
Gritted ground gears | |
Barricaded youth | |
Born on your knees | |
Toll to bell Horror | |
Sheds rusty tears | |
The snuff dreams are made of | |
The pendulum stops | |
Every mouth chews the silence | |
Minds fold over at the edges |
zuò qǔ : Kvohst, Vicotnik | |
The castle of death | |
Gets under your skin | |
Like a fucking virus | |
Ushering you in | |
This body of bile | |
This body of needs | |
The world is transparent | |
You will never leave | |
Ride the paranoia | |
All life is pain | |
Only the Grave | |
Is real | |
Spitting the salt | |
Chalked out for good | |
Clutching your marbles | |
Dead as fog | |
Iron teeth turn the weeds | |
This fallow soul bleeds for me | |
Practising suicides | |
Introvert sadist mindfucker | |
This method is mantric | |
Curled up for the carver | |
On the broken saddle | |
Redsuckled with fear | |
Flogging the saints | |
For wasted days | |
Bone palace greed | |
shunning the poison | |
Gritted ground gears | |
Barricaded youth | |
Born on your knees | |
Toll to bell Horror | |
Sheds rusty tears | |
The snuff dreams are made of | |
The pendulum stops | |
Every mouth chews the silence | |
Minds fold over at the edges |