Song | The Nerve Tattoo |
Artist | Motorpsycho |
Album | Blissard |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gebhardt, Saether, Sæther | |
It's just an itch beneath the skin | |
I can't get it out or seal it in | |
I can't dislodge the need to scratch it | |
Screaming from it's root | |
It's an echo inside my head | |
A need to say what can't be said | |
It's the nerve tattoo,such a bad rash | |
Spiteful and divine | |
But thats OK | |
It doesn't matter anyway | |
It's still those with the least to say | |
That will be heard... | |
Ah,the elloquence of trash | |
The persuasiveness of cash | |
Rings true like the whispered lies | |
Of half-forgotten lullabyes; | |
Designed to please , | |
Designed to soothe | |
Designed to shift amillion units or two | |
Designed to mean nothing at all | |
For anyone | |
But that's OK.........etc | |
It's no misunderstanding | |
It's all emptiness and words | |
I'd cut my veins to paint it as | |
Beautifully meaningless- | |
Picturesque and absurd | |
....it's a masterpiece I heard. |
zuo qu : Gebhardt, Saether, S ther | |
It' s just an itch beneath the skin | |
I can' t get it out or seal it in | |
I can' t dislodge the need to scratch it | |
Screaming from it' s root | |
It' s an echo inside my head | |
A need to say what can' t be said | |
It' s the nerve tattoo, such a bad rash | |
Spiteful and divine | |
But thats OK | |
It doesn' t matter anyway | |
It' s still those with the least to say | |
That will be heard... | |
Ah, the elloquence of trash | |
The persuasiveness of cash | |
Rings true like the whispered lies | |
Of halfforgotten lullabyes | |
Designed to please , | |
Designed to soothe | |
Designed to shift amillion units or two | |
Designed to mean nothing at all | |
For anyone | |
But that' s OK......... etc | |
It' s no misunderstanding | |
It' s all emptiness and words | |
I' d cut my veins to paint it as | |
Beautifully meaningless | |
Picturesque and absurd | |
.... it' s a masterpiece I heard. |
zuò qǔ : Gebhardt, Saether, S ther | |
It' s just an itch beneath the skin | |
I can' t get it out or seal it in | |
I can' t dislodge the need to scratch it | |
Screaming from it' s root | |
It' s an echo inside my head | |
A need to say what can' t be said | |
It' s the nerve tattoo, such a bad rash | |
Spiteful and divine | |
But thats OK | |
It doesn' t matter anyway | |
It' s still those with the least to say | |
That will be heard... | |
Ah, the elloquence of trash | |
The persuasiveness of cash | |
Rings true like the whispered lies | |
Of halfforgotten lullabyes | |
Designed to please , | |
Designed to soothe | |
Designed to shift amillion units or two | |
Designed to mean nothing at all | |
For anyone | |
But that' s OK......... etc | |
It' s no misunderstanding | |
It' s all emptiness and words | |
I' d cut my veins to paint it as | |
Beautifully meaningless | |
Picturesque and absurd | |
.... it' s a masterpiece I heard. |