Song | A Street Scene |
Artist | Bark Psychosis |
Album | Game Over |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bark Psychosis | |
I'm sure you can make it, | |
Flip side while nothing changes. | |
I run past your street: deserted, | |
Fading like I'm your fading friend. | |
Incision, | |
Carved out. | |
No traces, | |
Of doubt. | |
I can't extract the truth; | |
You know it. | |
But what you give you get, | |
While this place spins | |
Like a heavy doorway. | |
But you've seen it all. | |
Pretence, | |
Rip this town. | |
You turn my world, | |
Upside down. | |
Incision, | |
Carved out. | |
No traces, | |
Of doubt. | |
I can't extract the truth; | |
You know it. | |
But what you give you get, | |
While this place spins | |
Like a heavy doorway. | |
Gather it around. | |
You built it up | |
So tear it dow |
zuo ci : Bark Psychosis | |
I' m sure you can make it, | |
Flip side while nothing changes. | |
I run past your street: deserted, | |
Fading like I' m your fading friend. | |
Incision, | |
Carved out. | |
No traces, | |
Of doubt. | |
I can' t extract the truth | |
You know it. | |
But what you give you get, | |
While this place spins | |
Like a heavy doorway. | |
But you' ve seen it all. | |
Pretence, | |
Rip this town. | |
You turn my world, | |
Upside down. | |
Incision, | |
Carved out. | |
No traces, | |
Of doubt. | |
I can' t extract the truth | |
You know it. | |
But what you give you get, | |
While this place spins | |
Like a heavy doorway. | |
Gather it around. | |
You built it up | |
So tear it dow |
zuò cí : Bark Psychosis | |
I' m sure you can make it, | |
Flip side while nothing changes. | |
I run past your street: deserted, | |
Fading like I' m your fading friend. | |
Incision, | |
Carved out. | |
No traces, | |
Of doubt. | |
I can' t extract the truth | |
You know it. | |
But what you give you get, | |
While this place spins | |
Like a heavy doorway. | |
But you' ve seen it all. | |
Pretence, | |
Rip this town. | |
You turn my world, | |
Upside down. | |
Incision, | |
Carved out. | |
No traces, | |
Of doubt. | |
I can' t extract the truth | |
You know it. | |
But what you give you get, | |
While this place spins | |
Like a heavy doorway. | |
Gather it around. | |
You built it up | |
So tear it dow |