Song | Breathe Out |
Artist | Lux Occulta |
Album | The Mother and the Enemy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This the last hour of the carnival | |
I dance, I dance though it hurts | |
Hangman’s rope suits well | |
Every gentleman | |
Madam, you look charming | |
In the necklace of blood | |
People say there’s a day after | |
Every night | |
People say there’s sun | |
Behind these clouds | |
What a relief | |
I’ll drink to that | |
Pour me a glass of poisoned |
This the last hour of the carnival | |
I dance, I dance though it hurts | |
Hangman' s rope suits well | |
Every gentleman | |
Madam, you look charming | |
In the necklace of blood | |
People say there' s a day after | |
Every night | |
People say there' s sun | |
Behind these clouds | |
What a relief | |
I' ll drink to that | |
Pour me a glass of poisoned |
This the last hour of the carnival | |
I dance, I dance though it hurts | |
Hangman' s rope suits well | |
Every gentleman | |
Madam, you look charming | |
In the necklace of blood | |
People say there' s a day after | |
Every night | |
People say there' s sun | |
Behind these clouds | |
What a relief | |
I' ll drink to that | |
Pour me a glass of poisoned |