Song | All Your Sorrows |
Artist | Metal Church |
Album | Masterpeace |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vanderhoof, Wayne | |
Times like these to people please | |
Fables spread like some disease | |
New age gods like old facades | |
Write a book you'll like the odds | |
You'll like the odds | |
Inventing gods | |
Old facades | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to pull you away | |
In the night the sometimes light | |
The seasons which run out of time | |
When I press this game of chess | |
I always end with something less | |
With something less | |
You've made a mess | |
Of your Sunday best | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to drag you away | |
In search for the answers, what never should be | |
Laughter erupts from primordial sea | |
Standing there naked with bended knee | |
All of your works face eternity | |
So though | |
I play the same each day | |
When faced with pain | |
I often pray | |
Take my hand you'll understand | |
The place we go is no man's land | |
No man's land | |
You'll understand | |
Don't you bite my hand | |
Buy some time the fine line[Incomprehensible] robots will decline | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to drag you away |
zuo ci : Vanderhoof, Wayne | |
Times like these to people please | |
Fables spread like some disease | |
New age gods like old facades | |
Write a book you' ll like the odds | |
You' ll like the odds | |
Inventing gods | |
Old facades | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to pull you away | |
In the night the sometimes light | |
The seasons which run out of time | |
When I press this game of chess | |
I always end with something less | |
With something less | |
You' ve made a mess | |
Of your Sunday best | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to drag you away | |
In search for the answers, what never should be | |
Laughter erupts from primordial sea | |
Standing there naked with bended knee | |
All of your works face eternity | |
So though | |
I play the same each day | |
When faced with pain | |
I often pray | |
Take my hand you' ll understand | |
The place we go is no man' s land | |
No man' s land | |
You' ll understand | |
Don' t you bite my hand | |
Buy some time the fine line Incomprehensible robots will decline | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to drag you away |
zuò cí : Vanderhoof, Wayne | |
Times like these to people please | |
Fables spread like some disease | |
New age gods like old facades | |
Write a book you' ll like the odds | |
You' ll like the odds | |
Inventing gods | |
Old facades | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to pull you away | |
In the night the sometimes light | |
The seasons which run out of time | |
When I press this game of chess | |
I always end with something less | |
With something less | |
You' ve made a mess | |
Of your Sunday best | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to drag you away | |
In search for the answers, what never should be | |
Laughter erupts from primordial sea | |
Standing there naked with bended knee | |
All of your works face eternity | |
So though | |
I play the same each day | |
When faced with pain | |
I often pray | |
Take my hand you' ll understand | |
The place we go is no man' s land | |
No man' s land | |
You' ll understand | |
Don' t you bite my hand | |
Buy some time the fine line Incomprehensible robots will decline | |
Take apart human heart you will start | |
Through the doorway of all of your sorrows | |
Beginning to drag you away |