Song | Chains (Revolving) |
Artist | Riot |
Album | Through the Storm |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiMeo, Reale | |
I remember sudden distant sound | |
Guilt and leverage mark my way | |
I try to take myself a thousand steps from here | |
Somewhere something makes me stay | |
I recall a broken spirit traveling down the road | |
Never more his images have burned upon the floor, floor, floor | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line, a simple man hands upon his stone | |
Spin his wheel for a dime | |
He sheds a tear of two and covers up his soul | |
He did not ever speak his mind | |
Rattle on, the masters keep him like a frightened dog | |
Battle scars, the fortune of his heart will kill us all, all, all | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line, oh you feel like there`s nowhere at all | |
You feel you`re alone at the door | |
It`s alright you`ll see, yeah | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line | |
Oh yeah, let it out, let it out |
zuo ci : DiMeo, Reale | |
I remember sudden distant sound | |
Guilt and leverage mark my way | |
I try to take myself a thousand steps from here | |
Somewhere something makes me stay | |
I recall a broken spirit traveling down the road | |
Never more his images have burned upon the floor, floor, floor | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line, a simple man hands upon his stone | |
Spin his wheel for a dime | |
He sheds a tear of two and covers up his soul | |
He did not ever speak his mind | |
Rattle on, the masters keep him like a frightened dog | |
Battle scars, the fortune of his heart will kill us all, all, all | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line, oh you feel like there s nowhere at all | |
You feel you re alone at the door | |
It s alright you ll see, yeah | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line | |
Oh yeah, let it out, let it out |
zuò cí : DiMeo, Reale | |
I remember sudden distant sound | |
Guilt and leverage mark my way | |
I try to take myself a thousand steps from here | |
Somewhere something makes me stay | |
I recall a broken spirit traveling down the road | |
Never more his images have burned upon the floor, floor, floor | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line, a simple man hands upon his stone | |
Spin his wheel for a dime | |
He sheds a tear of two and covers up his soul | |
He did not ever speak his mind | |
Rattle on, the masters keep him like a frightened dog | |
Battle scars, the fortune of his heart will kill us all, all, all | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line, oh you feel like there s nowhere at all | |
You feel you re alone at the door | |
It s alright you ll see, yeah | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line | |
Let it out, the chains revolving in my mind, fight on | |
Tear it out, death is calling me this time | |
Draw the line | |
Oh yeah, let it out, let it out |