Song | Dead Skin Mask |
Artist | Slayer |
Album | Live In Genk 22.09.90 [Bootleg] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Araya, Hanneman | |
Graze the skin with my finger tips | |
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means | |
Provocative images delicate features so smooth | |
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon | |
Dance with the dead in my dreams | |
Listen to their hallowed screams | |
The dead have taken my soul | |
Temptation's lost all control | |
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes | |
Lose all mind control rationale declines | |
Empty eyes enslave the creations | |
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants | |
In the depths of a mind insane | |
Fantasy and reality are the same | |
Graze the skin with my finger tips | |
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means | |
Incised members ornaments on my being | |
Adulating the skin before me | |
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes | |
Lose all mind control rationale declines | |
Empty eyes enslave the creations | |
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants |
zuo qu : Araya, Hanneman | |
Graze the skin with my finger tips | |
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means | |
Provocative images delicate features so smooth | |
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon | |
Dance with the dead in my dreams | |
Listen to their hallowed screams | |
The dead have taken my soul | |
Temptation' s lost all control | |
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes | |
Lose all mind control rationale declines | |
Empty eyes enslave the creations | |
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants | |
In the depths of a mind insane | |
Fantasy and reality are the same | |
Graze the skin with my finger tips | |
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means | |
Incised members ornaments on my being | |
Adulating the skin before me | |
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes | |
Lose all mind control rationale declines | |
Empty eyes enslave the creations | |
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants |
zuò qǔ : Araya, Hanneman | |
Graze the skin with my finger tips | |
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means | |
Provocative images delicate features so smooth | |
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon | |
Dance with the dead in my dreams | |
Listen to their hallowed screams | |
The dead have taken my soul | |
Temptation' s lost all control | |
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes | |
Lose all mind control rationale declines | |
Empty eyes enslave the creations | |
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants | |
In the depths of a mind insane | |
Fantasy and reality are the same | |
Graze the skin with my finger tips | |
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means | |
Incised members ornaments on my being | |
Adulating the skin before me | |
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes | |
Lose all mind control rationale declines | |
Empty eyes enslave the creations | |
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants |