Song | The True Beast |
Artist | All Shall Persih |
Album | The Price Of Existence |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hermida, Kuykendall, Orum ... | |
I creep into your fiending your | |
Pleasure coming next mine | |
Abandoned wounds are bleeding | |
Rotting ignorance becomes bliss | |
My mind is searching | |
My mind is fighting | |
My mind is thoughtless | |
Now | |
You hear it? | |
You hear the torture | |
I'm on my knees | |
Begging your body to wither | |
Don't you ignite me | |
This is not your time | |
It takes hold | |
This image of rapture infecting you whole | |
Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
Devoured for solace a place we both know | |
A door opens to show a menace | |
Its primal justice for this vile crime | |
So slowly she devours (Slave) | |
My perfect utterance (Slave) | |
Disown this penance away (Away) | |
For now its on me | |
I could not see past fury | |
Maintained the true beast | |
My instincts rupture and the motive | |
Has no theme | |
Now look into these eyes | |
And see the end of time | |
It takes hold this image of rapture | |
Infecting you whole | |
Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
Devoured for solace a place we both know |
zuo qu : Hermida, Kuykendall, Orum ... | |
I creep into your fiending your | |
Pleasure coming next mine | |
Abandoned wounds are bleeding | |
Rotting ignorance becomes bliss | |
My mind is searching | |
My mind is fighting | |
My mind is thoughtless | |
Now | |
You hear it? | |
You hear the torture | |
I' m on my knees | |
Begging your body to wither | |
Don' t you ignite me | |
This is not your time | |
It takes hold | |
This image of rapture infecting you whole | |
Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
Devoured for solace a place we both know | |
A door opens to show a menace | |
Its primal justice for this vile crime | |
So slowly she devours Slave | |
My perfect utterance Slave | |
Disown this penance away Away | |
For now its on me | |
I could not see past fury | |
Maintained the true beast | |
My instincts rupture and the motive | |
Has no theme | |
Now look into these eyes | |
And see the end of time | |
It takes hold this image of rapture | |
Infecting you whole | |
Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
Devoured for solace a place we both know |
zuò qǔ : Hermida, Kuykendall, Orum ... | |
I creep into your fiending your | |
Pleasure coming next mine | |
Abandoned wounds are bleeding | |
Rotting ignorance becomes bliss | |
My mind is searching | |
My mind is fighting | |
My mind is thoughtless | |
Now | |
You hear it? | |
You hear the torture | |
I' m on my knees | |
Begging your body to wither | |
Don' t you ignite me | |
This is not your time | |
It takes hold | |
This image of rapture infecting you whole | |
Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
Devoured for solace a place we both know | |
A door opens to show a menace | |
Its primal justice for this vile crime | |
So slowly she devours Slave | |
My perfect utterance Slave | |
Disown this penance away Away | |
For now its on me | |
I could not see past fury | |
Maintained the true beast | |
My instincts rupture and the motive | |
Has no theme | |
Now look into these eyes | |
And see the end of time | |
It takes hold this image of rapture | |
Infecting you whole | |
Stripped, stripped to the bone | |
Devoured for solace a place we both know |