| Song | Household Stereotypes |
| Artist | Ligeia |
| Album | Your Ghost Is A Gift |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Holuk, Ligeia | |
| Denial is passion for the weakminded fool that insulates reality a far call for hallucinations and household stereotypes | |
| This one rocks them all | |
| This is when angels fail | |
| Slice the lips and never kiss again | |
| Watch the tides take me away | |
| If only Jesus could repay | |
| If only revenge was sacred | |
| Still I won't sulk in silent strife, | |
| I'm not your saint | |
| Still I'll slice your lips every night just to taste your blood | |
| To forget fade your eyelids shut | |
| Nail your hands to the cross with love | |
| I will have your end tonight | |
| I will finally win | |
| You won't forget me, not after this | |
| I'm here to make you pay | |
| Without a soul | |
| I take your life forever | |
| Hollowed-bodied skin textured vacuum of innocence | |
| I couldn't stop her from killing herself | |
| Everytime that i see her face it takes me away | |
| Everytime that | |
| I open my eyes | |
| I see her crying, | |
| I see her dying |
| zuo qu : Holuk, Ligeia | |
| Denial is passion for the weakminded fool that insulates reality a far call for hallucinations and household stereotypes | |
| This one rocks them all | |
| This is when angels fail | |
| Slice the lips and never kiss again | |
| Watch the tides take me away | |
| If only Jesus could repay | |
| If only revenge was sacred | |
| Still I won' t sulk in silent strife, | |
| I' m not your saint | |
| Still I' ll slice your lips every night just to taste your blood | |
| To forget fade your eyelids shut | |
| Nail your hands to the cross with love | |
| I will have your end tonight | |
| I will finally win | |
| You won' t forget me, not after this | |
| I' m here to make you pay | |
| Without a soul | |
| I take your life forever | |
| Hollowedbodied skin textured vacuum of innocence | |
| I couldn' t stop her from killing herself | |
| Everytime that i see her face it takes me away | |
| Everytime that | |
| I open my eyes | |
| I see her crying, | |
| I see her dying |
| zuò qǔ : Holuk, Ligeia | |
| Denial is passion for the weakminded fool that insulates reality a far call for hallucinations and household stereotypes | |
| This one rocks them all | |
| This is when angels fail | |
| Slice the lips and never kiss again | |
| Watch the tides take me away | |
| If only Jesus could repay | |
| If only revenge was sacred | |
| Still I won' t sulk in silent strife, | |
| I' m not your saint | |
| Still I' ll slice your lips every night just to taste your blood | |
| To forget fade your eyelids shut | |
| Nail your hands to the cross with love | |
| I will have your end tonight | |
| I will finally win | |
| You won' t forget me, not after this | |
| I' m here to make you pay | |
| Without a soul | |
| I take your life forever | |
| Hollowedbodied skin textured vacuum of innocence | |
| I couldn' t stop her from killing herself | |
| Everytime that i see her face it takes me away | |
| Everytime that | |
| I open my eyes | |
| I see her crying, | |
| I see her dying |