作曲 : Watts | |
This is the dirt that grows the misery that you suck upon | |
Oh come to bedlam you will find a fist to fuck upon | |
This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon | |
My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom * | |
Oh silence | |
I can hear you | |
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope ** | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Just for you | |
And from your bitter string | |
I suck upon all your bitter lies | |
And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife | |
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again | |
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again | |
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes | |
Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere | |
I can hide *&** | |
Repeat *&** | |
Repeat |
zuo qu : Watts | |
This is the dirt that grows the misery that you suck upon | |
Oh come to bedlam you will find a fist to fuck upon | |
This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon | |
My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom | |
Oh silence | |
I can hear you | |
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Just for you | |
And from your bitter string | |
I suck upon all your bitter lies | |
And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife | |
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again | |
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again | |
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes | |
Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere | |
I can hide | |
Repeat | |
Repeat |
zuò qǔ : Watts | |
This is the dirt that grows the misery that you suck upon | |
Oh come to bedlam you will find a fist to fuck upon | |
This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon | |
My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom | |
Oh silence | |
I can hear you | |
Swinging slowly on the gentle rope | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Sinsation | |
Serial killer thriller | |
Just for you | |
And from your bitter string | |
I suck upon all your bitter lies | |
And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife | |
I cannot take this thing you force into my face again | |
I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again | |
A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes | |
Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere | |
I can hide | |
Repeat | |
Repeat |