译文: 保罗科尔曼三重奏. 杀戮树.
lie with those sweet words that fall from your lips stare so cold and calculating worth the risk escape from this life of expectations to finally die
I've seen nations I've seen empires rise and fall in your eyes just enough to come crawling back to you but not enough to turn the tide the song she
Black veils surround me eyes peer within flags fly still burning tongues stained with sin and now when I speak i speak to kill so please excuse my words
I hold you and I am fearless I touch you and I'm not afraid I see you and I'm overcome With feeling I cant explain Come say that to my face And I'll
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the voices carry still across these dull great plains growing louder everyday sinking back to habits dying hard your arms are so familiar these wounds
switchblade feel the tempered steel against your skin so innocent orchestrate this demise and shut up and pay attention searching for an artery of blind
Strip me of my identity, then chain me to your burning lake Take me to my breaking point and I will fight again Ankle deep in broken bones, I harness
I never noticed the color of your eyes until I saw them in the reflection of this knife. green with envy for a life you never had. bloodshot contempt
Somehow I knew that this would end and then I finally found my way back home. This is all one master plan to keep us spinning down this endless well...
stage set curtain song queued expectation spotlight act one applause/bow repeat steps can't you see right now my hands are bleeding blisters broken
reminders of you Drown myself like a fish out of water tell myself that I'm not but I'm gonna track you down and flush you out for the kill Inside voices
Reap my soul. I whisper cruel words that only I can hear. I dream in a never ending line of tragedy. disposition neckbraced by insecurity. Let freedom
On the eve of our exile we carve names in the elms To remember our last days of life on the roads In broad daylight we crawl through the trenches To
I found out what you did today, so run I know where you live and I'm on my way, so run I'll waste my life on death, so run I want to taste your final
[Originally by Soundgarden] Arms held out In your Jesus Christ pose Thorns and shroud Like it's the coming of the Lord And you swear to me you don't
Dead, alive Sleep walking through these last few weeks And still you persist to Suffocate every last breath of life from my lungs As I sit now outside
