Song | The Introvert |
Artist | Superjoint Ritual |
Album | Use Once and Destroy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Superjoint Ritual | |
Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone | |
Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief | |
Meant to walk the crooked mile | |
Never blink, never smile | |
Sees itself in nothing much | |
A skeletal emotion push | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons are controlling [repeat 1st verse] | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons are controlling | |
The dropping ladder of crucifixion | |
Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue | |
A Mongoloid gaze | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons, are controlling | |
A "never had", a "never will" | |
In the syringe being pushed through | |
The leverage that pulls it over | |
Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boat | |
The pressure brings it up, then down |
zuo qu : Superjoint Ritual | |
Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone | |
Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief | |
Meant to walk the crooked mile | |
Never blink, never smile | |
Sees itself in nothing much | |
A skeletal emotion push | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons are controlling repeat 1st verse | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons are controlling | |
The dropping ladder of crucifixion | |
Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue | |
A Mongoloid gaze | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons, are controlling | |
A " never had", a " never will" | |
In the syringe being pushed through | |
The leverage that pulls it over | |
Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boat | |
The pressure brings it up, then down |
zuò qǔ : Superjoint Ritual | |
Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone | |
Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief | |
Meant to walk the crooked mile | |
Never blink, never smile | |
Sees itself in nothing much | |
A skeletal emotion push | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons are controlling repeat 1st verse | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons are controlling | |
The dropping ladder of crucifixion | |
Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue | |
A Mongoloid gaze | |
Unrising, slumped over | |
The dank seasons, are controlling | |
A " never had", a " never will" | |
In the syringe being pushed through | |
The leverage that pulls it over | |
Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boat | |
The pressure brings it up, then down |