| Song | I Was A Prayer |
| Artist | Alkaline Trio |
| Album | Crimson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alkaline Trio | |
| I am waiting 'til there's nothing left | |
| I'm a prayer, all you see is breath | |
| I am empty, | |
| I am skin and bones, | |
| I'm a ribcage | |
| Well, I'm out the door with apathy | |
| And I'm coming home with sympathy | |
| I am realize, | |
| I am shame, | |
| I choose to stay here | |
| You got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm | |
| There's a song | |
| I love so much, | |
| I stoleEvery precious note | |
| I took, I sold | |
| Now I spit out words 'til you see my lungs on the dance floor | |
| To a hopeless cause, | |
| I sold my soul | |
| A romantic plastic piece of shit you can mold | |
| Until I break into chokable pieces | |
| You got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm | |
| And I open up like the back of a book | |
| I ruin everything with just a quick look | |
| And I settle down like a rocket explodes | |
| Hit the ground but how far out who knows | |
| And you got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm |
| zuo ci : Alkaline Trio | |
| I am waiting ' til there' s nothing left | |
| I' m a prayer, all you see is breath | |
| I am empty, | |
| I am skin and bones, | |
| I' m a ribcage | |
| Well, I' m out the door with apathy | |
| And I' m coming home with sympathy | |
| I am realize, | |
| I am shame, | |
| I choose to stay here | |
| You got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm | |
| There' s a song | |
| I love so much, | |
| I stoleEvery precious note | |
| I took, I sold | |
| Now I spit out words ' til you see my lungs on the dance floor | |
| To a hopeless cause, | |
| I sold my soul | |
| A romantic plastic piece of shit you can mold | |
| Until I break into chokable pieces | |
| You got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm | |
| And I open up like the back of a book | |
| I ruin everything with just a quick look | |
| And I settle down like a rocket explodes | |
| Hit the ground but how far out who knows | |
| And you got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm |
| zuò cí : Alkaline Trio | |
| I am waiting ' til there' s nothing left | |
| I' m a prayer, all you see is breath | |
| I am empty, | |
| I am skin and bones, | |
| I' m a ribcage | |
| Well, I' m out the door with apathy | |
| And I' m coming home with sympathy | |
| I am realize, | |
| I am shame, | |
| I choose to stay here | |
| You got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm | |
| There' s a song | |
| I love so much, | |
| I stoleEvery precious note | |
| I took, I sold | |
| Now I spit out words ' til you see my lungs on the dance floor | |
| To a hopeless cause, | |
| I sold my soul | |
| A romantic plastic piece of shit you can mold | |
| Until I break into chokable pieces | |
| You got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm | |
| And I open up like the back of a book | |
| I ruin everything with just a quick look | |
| And I settle down like a rocket explodes | |
| Hit the ground but how far out who knows | |
| And you got a sign so | |
| I pay the ransom | |
| You felt sorry so | |
| I felt a wrath come | |
| Had a nice grip on my life' | |
| Til you twisted my arm, my arm |