Song | Living Each Day Like You're Already Dead |
Artist | Atreyu |
Album | Fractures In the Facade of Your Porcelain Beauty |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
Raise up the ghosts of the dead | |
I won't die like them | |
Push past the point of raw emotion | |
I will breathe | |
Exist with a broken spirit | |
I will die complete | |
Ignore what the angels say | |
Enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me | |
I won't pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me | |
Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I'll be damn sure to enjoy eternity | |
My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries, | |
laid to rest with the passing of time | |
Seems to me that even love can die | |
And the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid | |
And to me it clearly appears that we're already one foot in a very shallow grave | |
I will love with passion | |
You live like you're dead | |
I will love with passion | |
You live like you're dead | |
I will love with passion | |
As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight |
zuo ci : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
Raise up the ghosts of the dead | |
I won' t die like them | |
Push past the point of raw emotion | |
I will breathe | |
Exist with a broken spirit | |
I will die complete | |
Ignore what the angels say | |
Enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me | |
I won' t pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me | |
Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I' ll be damn sure to enjoy eternity | |
My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries, | |
laid to rest with the passing of time | |
Seems to me that even love can die | |
And the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid | |
And to me it clearly appears that we' re already one foot in a very shallow grave | |
I will love with passion | |
You live like you' re dead | |
I will love with passion | |
You live like you' re dead | |
I will love with passion | |
As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight |
zuò cí : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
Raise up the ghosts of the dead | |
I won' t die like them | |
Push past the point of raw emotion | |
I will breathe | |
Exist with a broken spirit | |
I will die complete | |
Ignore what the angels say | |
Enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me | |
I won' t pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me | |
Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I' ll be damn sure to enjoy eternity | |
My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries, | |
laid to rest with the passing of time | |
Seems to me that even love can die | |
And the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid | |
And to me it clearly appears that we' re already one foot in a very shallow grave | |
I will love with passion | |
You live like you' re dead | |
I will love with passion | |
You live like you' re dead | |
I will love with passion | |
As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight |