Song | Bonescraper |
Artist | Fear Factory |
Album | Archetype |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Herrera, Wolbers | |
There is no future for us to suture | |
Your life ill fated, beat down and hated | |
Shot in the head, walking undead | |
Numb to the world, around your head | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won't bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won't scream | |
Hide in the shadows, deep black and hollow | |
Empty void of light cuts clean like a knife | |
Damaged and torn, punctured by thorns | |
I've felt nothing since | |
I was born | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won't bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won't scream | |
My flesh, your flesh | |
Your eyes, my sight | |
My pain, your shame | |
We are the same | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won't bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won't scream | |
Rip my skin, rip my skin, rip my skin |
zuo ci : Herrera, Wolbers | |
There is no future for us to suture | |
Your life ill fated, beat down and hated | |
Shot in the head, walking undead | |
Numb to the world, around your head | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won' t bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won' t scream | |
Hide in the shadows, deep black and hollow | |
Empty void of light cuts clean like a knife | |
Damaged and torn, punctured by thorns | |
I' ve felt nothing since | |
I was born | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won' t bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won' t scream | |
My flesh, your flesh | |
Your eyes, my sight | |
My pain, your shame | |
We are the same | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won' t bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won' t scream | |
Rip my skin, rip my skin, rip my skin |
zuò cí : Herrera, Wolbers | |
There is no future for us to suture | |
Your life ill fated, beat down and hated | |
Shot in the head, walking undead | |
Numb to the world, around your head | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won' t bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won' t scream | |
Hide in the shadows, deep black and hollow | |
Empty void of light cuts clean like a knife | |
Damaged and torn, punctured by thorns | |
I' ve felt nothing since | |
I was born | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won' t bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won' t scream | |
My flesh, your flesh | |
Your eyes, my sight | |
My pain, your shame | |
We are the same | |
Rip my skin from my bones, | |
I won' t bleed | |
Rip my heart from my chest, | |
I won' t scream | |
Rip my skin, rip my skin, rip my skin |