Spitting Wind Lyrics
| Song | Spitting Wind |
| Artist | Front Line Assembly |
| Artist | Chris Connelly |
| Album | Wake up the Coma |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Bill Leeb/Rhys Fulber/Chris Connelly/Jared Slingerland/Craig Johnsen/Sasha Keevil |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Bill Leeb/Rhys Fulber/Chris Connelly/Jared Slingerland/Craig Johnsen/Sasha Keevil |
| [00:42.66] | Replacing all the air |
| [00:43.98] | You replace until there's nothing there |
| [00:45.98] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [00:47.69] | The words before the meaning |
| [00:49.20] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [00:56.51] | Replacing all the air |
| [00:57.98] | You replace until there's nothing there |
| [01:00.04] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [01:01.83] | The words before the meaning |
| [01:03.00] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [01:11.19] | Replacing all the air |
| [01:13.64] | You replace until there's nothing there |
| [01:14.20] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [01:15.92] | The words before the meaning |
| [01:17.46] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [01:33.41] | The voice is a stream of pain |
| [01:37.96] | Like from a falling plane |
| [01:41.74] | Revolves round the world again |
| [01:47.37] | The texture still isn't right |
| [01:51.81] | Cowers from a hunter's light |
| [01:55.76] | Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight |
| [02:01.05] | |
| [02:15.85] | To rest here is asinine |
| [02:20.11] | Between electric lines |
| [02:23.96] | Forgive me: instantly chilled to the bone |
| [02:30.36] | |
| [02:44.29] | We trawl through shame |
| [02:47.54] | Through lover's names |
| [02:51.04] | Through the backlit scars |
| [02:54.36] | Through the frigid wars |
| [02:58.10] | And we burn the crimes (and we burn our crimes) |
| [03:01.46] | Between electric lines (between electric lines) |
| [03:05.28] | Say a prayer for nothing (say a prayer for nothing) |
| [03:08.67] | Take a dance for nothing (Take a dance for nothing) |
| [03:12.34] | Here I am a ghost (here I am a ghost) |
| [03:15.63] | A shadow lingering (yes it's lingering) |
| [03:19.37] | I am toxic host (just a toxic host) |
| [03:22.66] | No sense imagining (imagining) |
| [03:26.72] | |
| [03:35.05] | The voice is a shock to you |
| [03:39.38] | All made of ice, and through |
| [03:43.20] | The pages wet with no-one's story never true |
| [03:49.46] | It climbs through your open pores |
| [03:53.87] | Behind your distant doors |
| [03:57.33] | Distorts the age you never claimed |
| [04:00.69] | That was your own |
| [04:03.70] | The frayed pages hide the end therein, |
| [04:08.91] | The plot descends |
| [04:11.57] | To whispers |
| [04:12.76] | Barely heard above the spitting wind |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Bill Leeb Rhys Fulber Chris Connelly Jared Slingerland Craig Johnsen Sasha Keevil |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Bill Leeb Rhys Fulber Chris Connelly Jared Slingerland Craig Johnsen Sasha Keevil |
| [00:42.66] | Replacing all the air |
| [00:43.98] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
| [00:45.98] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [00:47.69] | The words before the meaning |
| [00:49.20] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [00:56.51] | Replacing all the air |
| [00:57.98] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
| [01:00.04] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [01:01.83] | The words before the meaning |
| [01:03.00] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [01:11.19] | Replacing all the air |
| [01:13.64] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
| [01:14.20] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [01:15.92] | The words before the meaning |
| [01:17.46] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [01:33.41] | The voice is a stream of pain |
| [01:37.96] | Like from a falling plane |
| [01:41.74] | Revolves round the world again |
| [01:47.37] | The texture still isn' t right |
| [01:51.81] | Cowers from a hunter' s light |
| [01:55.76] | Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight |
| [02:01.05] | |
| [02:15.85] | To rest here is asinine |
| [02:20.11] | Between electric lines |
| [02:23.96] | Forgive me: instantly chilled to the bone |
| [02:30.36] | |
| [02:44.29] | We trawl through shame |
| [02:47.54] | Through lover' s names |
| [02:51.04] | Through the backlit scars |
| [02:54.36] | Through the frigid wars |
| [02:58.10] | And we burn the crimes and we burn our crimes |
| [03:01.46] | Between electric lines between electric lines |
| [03:05.28] | Say a prayer for nothing say a prayer for nothing |
| [03:08.67] | Take a dance for nothing Take a dance for nothing |
| [03:12.34] | Here I am a ghost here I am a ghost |
| [03:15.63] | A shadow lingering yes it' s lingering |
| [03:19.37] | I am toxic host just a toxic host |
| [03:22.66] | No sense imagining imagining |
| [03:26.72] | |
| [03:35.05] | The voice is a shock to you |
| [03:39.38] | All made of ice, and through |
| [03:43.20] | The pages wet with noone' s story never true |
| [03:49.46] | It climbs through your open pores |
| [03:53.87] | Behind your distant doors |
| [03:57.33] | Distorts the age you never claimed |
| [04:00.69] | That was your own |
| [04:03.70] | The frayed pages hide the end therein, |
| [04:08.91] | The plot descends |
| [04:11.57] | To whispers |
| [04:12.76] | Barely heard above the spitting wind |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Bill Leeb Rhys Fulber Chris Connelly Jared Slingerland Craig Johnsen Sasha Keevil |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Bill Leeb Rhys Fulber Chris Connelly Jared Slingerland Craig Johnsen Sasha Keevil |
| [00:42.66] | Replacing all the air |
| [00:43.98] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
| [00:45.98] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [00:47.69] | The words before the meaning |
| [00:49.20] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [00:56.51] | Replacing all the air |
| [00:57.98] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
| [01:00.04] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [01:01.83] | The words before the meaning |
| [01:03.00] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [01:11.19] | Replacing all the air |
| [01:13.64] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
| [01:14.20] | You makeshift suffocate |
| [01:15.92] | The words before the meaning |
| [01:17.46] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
| [01:33.41] | The voice is a stream of pain |
| [01:37.96] | Like from a falling plane |
| [01:41.74] | Revolves round the world again |
| [01:47.37] | The texture still isn' t right |
| [01:51.81] | Cowers from a hunter' s light |
| [01:55.76] | Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight |
| [02:01.05] | |
| [02:15.85] | To rest here is asinine |
| [02:20.11] | Between electric lines |
| [02:23.96] | Forgive me: instantly chilled to the bone |
| [02:30.36] | |
| [02:44.29] | We trawl through shame |
| [02:47.54] | Through lover' s names |
| [02:51.04] | Through the backlit scars |
| [02:54.36] | Through the frigid wars |
| [02:58.10] | And we burn the crimes and we burn our crimes |
| [03:01.46] | Between electric lines between electric lines |
| [03:05.28] | Say a prayer for nothing say a prayer for nothing |
| [03:08.67] | Take a dance for nothing Take a dance for nothing |
| [03:12.34] | Here I am a ghost here I am a ghost |
| [03:15.63] | A shadow lingering yes it' s lingering |
| [03:19.37] | I am toxic host just a toxic host |
| [03:22.66] | No sense imagining imagining |
| [03:26.72] | |
| [03:35.05] | The voice is a shock to you |
| [03:39.38] | All made of ice, and through |
| [03:43.20] | The pages wet with noone' s story never true |
| [03:49.46] | It climbs through your open pores |
| [03:53.87] | Behind your distant doors |
| [03:57.33] | Distorts the age you never claimed |
| [04:00.69] | That was your own |
| [04:03.70] | The frayed pages hide the end therein, |
| [04:08.91] | The plot descends |
| [04:11.57] | To whispers |
| [04:12.76] | Barely heard above the spitting wind |
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