Song | The Art of Self Blood Drinking |
Artist | Slowmotion Apocalypse |
Album | My Own Private Armageddon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Corte, Milanese, Oporico ... | |
There is a claw grabbing my skull to remind me | |
How my life was meant to be | |
I pursued a dream for years | |
I thought it could be useful | |
Now it seems it has to fade away | |
There's no time to stare at it while it's dying | |
I'm trying to resist concentrating | |
Gathering all my powers | |
But those nails are sticking in my skin | |
Your life's already planned | |
They'd like to see me creeping | |
And pick me up grabbing my neck | |
Erase your minds | |
Erase your memories | |
Regret your life | |
To erase your pain | |
Then make fun of me (if I ask) | |
"why do I have to forget my dreams?" | |
But I hear the echo of their judgements | |
And I run away | |
"Enjoy a life that has never been yours" |
zuo qu : Corte, Milanese, Oporico ... | |
There is a claw grabbing my skull to remind me | |
How my life was meant to be | |
I pursued a dream for years | |
I thought it could be useful | |
Now it seems it has to fade away | |
There' s no time to stare at it while it' s dying | |
I' m trying to resist concentrating | |
Gathering all my powers | |
But those nails are sticking in my skin | |
Your life' s already planned | |
They' d like to see me creeping | |
And pick me up grabbing my neck | |
Erase your minds | |
Erase your memories | |
Regret your life | |
To erase your pain | |
Then make fun of me if I ask | |
" why do I have to forget my dreams?" | |
But I hear the echo of their judgements | |
And I run away | |
" Enjoy a life that has never been yours" |
zuò qǔ : Corte, Milanese, Oporico ... | |
There is a claw grabbing my skull to remind me | |
How my life was meant to be | |
I pursued a dream for years | |
I thought it could be useful | |
Now it seems it has to fade away | |
There' s no time to stare at it while it' s dying | |
I' m trying to resist concentrating | |
Gathering all my powers | |
But those nails are sticking in my skin | |
Your life' s already planned | |
They' d like to see me creeping | |
And pick me up grabbing my neck | |
Erase your minds | |
Erase your memories | |
Regret your life | |
To erase your pain | |
Then make fun of me if I ask | |
" why do I have to forget my dreams?" | |
But I hear the echo of their judgements | |
And I run away | |
" Enjoy a life that has never been yours" |