Song | Guns for Show, Knives for a Pro |
Artist | Parkway Drive |
Album | Killing with a Smile |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Parkway Drive | |
I saw the disappointment from across your face. | |
A mark of solitude. | |
So here's to giving in. | |
Your eyes have betrayed you. | |
And ill wear this mask of disgust for every day | |
I've met you. | |
Disarm with a smile. | |
Your eyes | |
Betrayed me. | |
String me another line as your knife severs my spine. | |
The blackness of your heart has spread beneath your skin. | |
And as your new face runs | |
I count the seconds till your gone. | |
As your new face runs | |
I count the seconds until you're fucking gone. | |
Hold this allegiance with the hearts of apathy. | |
We cannot breathe from your choking hands. | |
Mark this hour of hopelessness with burning bodies. | |
Returning for your heart. | |
Returning for your fucking heart. | |
Murder is on the air tonight. |
zuo qu : Parkway Drive | |
I saw the disappointment from across your face. | |
A mark of solitude. | |
So here' s to giving in. | |
Your eyes have betrayed you. | |
And ill wear this mask of disgust for every day | |
I' ve met you. | |
Disarm with a smile. | |
Your eyes | |
Betrayed me. | |
String me another line as your knife severs my spine. | |
The blackness of your heart has spread beneath your skin. | |
And as your new face runs | |
I count the seconds till your gone. | |
As your new face runs | |
I count the seconds until you' re fucking gone. | |
Hold this allegiance with the hearts of apathy. | |
We cannot breathe from your choking hands. | |
Mark this hour of hopelessness with burning bodies. | |
Returning for your heart. | |
Returning for your fucking heart. | |
Murder is on the air tonight. |
zuò qǔ : Parkway Drive | |
I saw the disappointment from across your face. | |
A mark of solitude. | |
So here' s to giving in. | |
Your eyes have betrayed you. | |
And ill wear this mask of disgust for every day | |
I' ve met you. | |
Disarm with a smile. | |
Your eyes | |
Betrayed me. | |
String me another line as your knife severs my spine. | |
The blackness of your heart has spread beneath your skin. | |
And as your new face runs | |
I count the seconds till your gone. | |
As your new face runs | |
I count the seconds until you' re fucking gone. | |
Hold this allegiance with the hearts of apathy. | |
We cannot breathe from your choking hands. | |
Mark this hour of hopelessness with burning bodies. | |
Returning for your heart. | |
Returning for your fucking heart. | |
Murder is on the air tonight. |