| Song | Til Death Do Us Join |
| Artist | Seance |
| Album | Saltrubbed Eyes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jensen | |
| tied to my bed, counting seconds to my death dying body parts, descending my last breath spontaneous bleeding wounds, new ones every day if there's a | |
| God, please make this go away | |
| I count - my days, alone - | |
| I wait your final will - donate minutes go so slow, with poison in my veins | |
| I am but young, yet dying of old age force myself to hope, for help in any way to rid myself off flesh, rottening with decay only until death - do us join can | |
| I hope to be reborn only until death - do us join my fate state of (the) art technique avoid hollow bodyshell, used-up inner core sickness spreading fast, cannot eat no more holding on to life, but | |
| I see no reason why am | |
| I to live, someone else has to die | |
| I pray for resurrection more likely a dissection promise me observation but use me for education lost my faith in medicine witness to no evidence | |
| I know now that all is lost knowledge | |
| I now pay the cost |
| zuo qu : Jensen | |
| tied to my bed, counting seconds to my death dying body parts, descending my last breath spontaneous bleeding wounds, new ones every day if there' s a | |
| God, please make this go away | |
| I count - my days, alone - | |
| I wait your final will - donate minutes go so slow, with poison in my veins | |
| I am but young, yet dying of old age force myself to hope, for help in any way to rid myself off flesh, rottening with decay only until death - do us join can | |
| I hope to be reborn only until death - do us join my fate state of the art technique avoid hollow bodyshell, used-up inner core sickness spreading fast, cannot eat no more holding on to life, but | |
| I see no reason why am | |
| I to live, someone else has to die | |
| I pray for resurrection more likely a dissection promise me observation but use me for education lost my faith in medicine witness to no evidence | |
| I know now that all is lost knowledge | |
| I now pay the cost |
| zuò qǔ : Jensen | |
| tied to my bed, counting seconds to my death dying body parts, descending my last breath spontaneous bleeding wounds, new ones every day if there' s a | |
| God, please make this go away | |
| I count - my days, alone - | |
| I wait your final will - donate minutes go so slow, with poison in my veins | |
| I am but young, yet dying of old age force myself to hope, for help in any way to rid myself off flesh, rottening with decay only until death - do us join can | |
| I hope to be reborn only until death - do us join my fate state of the art technique avoid hollow bodyshell, used-up inner core sickness spreading fast, cannot eat no more holding on to life, but | |
| I see no reason why am | |
| I to live, someone else has to die | |
| I pray for resurrection more likely a dissection promise me observation but use me for education lost my faith in medicine witness to no evidence | |
| I know now that all is lost knowledge | |
| I now pay the cost |