Song | Hole in My Soul |
Artist | Overkill |
Album | The Wings of War |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carlo Verni/Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
作曲 : Carlo Verni/Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
Rode a million miles to shed my skin | |
I can’t say much about the state I’m in | |
There was a million trials, by fire to win | |
I can’t say much about where I been | |
Who I seen, shed my skin, what I mean, who I am | |
All that pain, in the tortured brain | |
The bodies, the death toll | |
The last question, resurrection | |
My spirit black as coal | |
The mirror reflects, what’s impossible to detect | |
The ever growing hole inside my soul | |
With all due respect, not to destroy or infect | |
The missing piece that makes my spirit whole | |
Hole in my soul | |
Turned a million smiles, upside down | |
Don’t know much about this border town | |
I could taste the bile, can you scratch my itch | |
And I’d be obliged if you throw the switch | |
Scratch my itch, throw the switch | |
Shed my skin and throw the switch | |
No pity on this lonesome outlaw | |
Who rides across your land | |
With a leather face and the devil’s grin | |
You can see right through me | |
I’m a bad man |
zuo ci : Carlo Verni Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
zuo qu : Carlo Verni Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
Rode a million miles to shed my skin | |
I can' t say much about the state I' m in | |
There was a million trials, by fire to win | |
I can' t say much about where I been | |
Who I seen, shed my skin, what I mean, who I am | |
All that pain, in the tortured brain | |
The bodies, the death toll | |
The last question, resurrection | |
My spirit black as coal | |
The mirror reflects, what' s impossible to detect | |
The ever growing hole inside my soul | |
With all due respect, not to destroy or infect | |
The missing piece that makes my spirit whole | |
Hole in my soul | |
Turned a million smiles, upside down | |
Don' t know much about this border town | |
I could taste the bile, can you scratch my itch | |
And I' d be obliged if you throw the switch | |
Scratch my itch, throw the switch | |
Shed my skin and throw the switch | |
No pity on this lonesome outlaw | |
Who rides across your land | |
With a leather face and the devil' s grin | |
You can see right through me | |
I' m a bad man |
zuò cí : Carlo Verni Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
zuò qǔ : Carlo Verni Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
Rode a million miles to shed my skin | |
I can' t say much about the state I' m in | |
There was a million trials, by fire to win | |
I can' t say much about where I been | |
Who I seen, shed my skin, what I mean, who I am | |
All that pain, in the tortured brain | |
The bodies, the death toll | |
The last question, resurrection | |
My spirit black as coal | |
The mirror reflects, what' s impossible to detect | |
The ever growing hole inside my soul | |
With all due respect, not to destroy or infect | |
The missing piece that makes my spirit whole | |
Hole in my soul | |
Turned a million smiles, upside down | |
Don' t know much about this border town | |
I could taste the bile, can you scratch my itch | |
And I' d be obliged if you throw the switch | |
Scratch my itch, throw the switch | |
Shed my skin and throw the switch | |
No pity on this lonesome outlaw | |
Who rides across your land | |
With a leather face and the devil' s grin | |
You can see right through me | |
I' m a bad man |