Song | cyst |
Artist | demon, eat this |
Album | murmurations |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
作曲 : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
i wanna exist | |
i wanna resist | |
don’t wanna be a cyst | |
my society is bliss | |
so give the knife another twist | |
**** i need it | |
i wanna be odd | |
don’t wanna be four on the floor | |
i wanna be five | |
so lay down and die | |
i wanna be remembered | |
for november | |
i wanna write | |
i wanna be right | |
you can’t prove yourself with writing | |
i can prove my point -- i can | |
i can prove my point with writing | |
i can | |
give me the night | |
no not this night this time | |
no this night time in the morning, | |
night time when she’s snoring, | |
not this night, this shite. | |
i wanna be odd | |
don’t wanna be four on the floor | |
i wanna be five | |
so lay down and die | |
i wanna be remembered | |
for november | |
guide me wrist, | |
give me a kiss over the gate, | |
spread our legs let’s play | |
getting close as close can be | |
my mum’s talking about plan b | |
a two year fling, | |
nothing but a thing. | |
nothing, nothing, | |
there that’s something | |
and nothing again, | |
when has enough time passed | |
for me to say that again? | |
oh this shit is bliss, | |
oh this shit is bliss. | |
oh i’m shitting bricks, | |
oh i’m shitting bricks. | |
get me something quick, | |
get me something quick. | |
give the knife a twist, | |
**** i need it. | |
oh this shit is bliss, | |
oh this shit is bliss. | |
oh i’m shitting bricks, | |
i’m shitting bricks. | |
get me something quick, | |
get me something quick. | |
i need to exist, | |
i need to exist. | |
i wanna exist | |
i wanna resist | |
don’t wanna be a cyst | |
my society is bliss | |
so give the knife another twist | |
**** i need it |
zuo ci : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
zuo qu : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
i wanna exist | |
i wanna resist | |
don' t wanna be a cyst | |
my society is bliss | |
so give the knife another twist | |
i need it | |
i wanna be odd | |
don' t wanna be four on the floor | |
i wanna be five | |
so lay down and die | |
i wanna be remembered | |
for november | |
i wanna write | |
i wanna be right | |
you can' t prove yourself with writing | |
i can prove my point i can | |
i can prove my point with writing | |
i can | |
give me the night | |
no not this night this time | |
no this night time in the morning, | |
night time when she' s snoring, | |
not this night, this shite. | |
i wanna be odd | |
don' t wanna be four on the floor | |
i wanna be five | |
so lay down and die | |
i wanna be remembered | |
for november | |
guide me wrist, | |
give me a kiss over the gate, | |
spread our legs let' s play | |
getting close as close can be | |
my mum' s talking about plan b | |
a two year fling, | |
nothing but a thing. | |
nothing, nothing, | |
there that' s something | |
and nothing again, | |
when has enough time passed | |
for me to say that again? | |
oh this shit is bliss, | |
oh this shit is bliss. | |
oh i' m shitting bricks, | |
oh i' m shitting bricks. | |
get me something quick, | |
get me something quick. | |
give the knife a twist, | |
i need it. | |
oh this shit is bliss, | |
oh this shit is bliss. | |
oh i' m shitting bricks, | |
i' m shitting bricks. | |
get me something quick, | |
get me something quick. | |
i need to exist, | |
i need to exist. | |
i wanna exist | |
i wanna resist | |
don' t wanna be a cyst | |
my society is bliss | |
so give the knife another twist | |
i need it |
zuò cí : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
zuò qǔ : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
i wanna exist | |
i wanna resist | |
don' t wanna be a cyst | |
my society is bliss | |
so give the knife another twist | |
i need it | |
i wanna be odd | |
don' t wanna be four on the floor | |
i wanna be five | |
so lay down and die | |
i wanna be remembered | |
for november | |
i wanna write | |
i wanna be right | |
you can' t prove yourself with writing | |
i can prove my point i can | |
i can prove my point with writing | |
i can | |
give me the night | |
no not this night this time | |
no this night time in the morning, | |
night time when she' s snoring, | |
not this night, this shite. | |
i wanna be odd | |
don' t wanna be four on the floor | |
i wanna be five | |
so lay down and die | |
i wanna be remembered | |
for november | |
guide me wrist, | |
give me a kiss over the gate, | |
spread our legs let' s play | |
getting close as close can be | |
my mum' s talking about plan b | |
a two year fling, | |
nothing but a thing. | |
nothing, nothing, | |
there that' s something | |
and nothing again, | |
when has enough time passed | |
for me to say that again? | |
oh this shit is bliss, | |
oh this shit is bliss. | |
oh i' m shitting bricks, | |
oh i' m shitting bricks. | |
get me something quick, | |
get me something quick. | |
give the knife a twist, | |
i need it. | |
oh this shit is bliss, | |
oh this shit is bliss. | |
oh i' m shitting bricks, | |
i' m shitting bricks. | |
get me something quick, | |
get me something quick. | |
i need to exist, | |
i need to exist. | |
i wanna exist | |
i wanna resist | |
don' t wanna be a cyst | |
my society is bliss | |
so give the knife another twist | |
i need it |