| Song | Epiphany |
| Artist | Blueneck |
| Album | Scars Of The Midwest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Duncan John Attwood |
| [00:48.046] | im strained and down |
| [00:57.799] | for kicks we′re tossed and thrown against the ground |
| [01:06.682] | skins peeling to the bone |
| [01:15.750] | the scratches and the graise holding me down |
| [01:45.104] | feel me closer a face with small glass pieces pulls you in |
| [02:01.474] | im not sleeping over |
| [02:11.507] | a fist comes through the mirror and you think |
| [02:20.043] | im not stable, ungrown |
| [02:30.106] | waiting alone |
| [02:38.319] | my hands bleeding and numb |
| [02:48.611] | the cracks around the face is only half way done |
| [03:20.955] | stripped down |
| [03:29.977] | as far as i can tell theres nothing else |
| [03:39.493] | please me for another hour |
| [03:48.684] | placing all the bets onto myself |
| [03:56.756] | im unstable and dumb |
| [04:07.174] | waiting alone |
| [04:15.314] | im not pleading no |
| [04:25.654] | pieces stick together and we're half-way home |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Duncan John Attwood |
| [00:48.046] | im strained and down |
| [00:57.799] | for kicks we re tossed and thrown against the ground |
| [01:06.682] | skins peeling to the bone |
| [01:15.750] | the scratches and the graise holding me down |
| [01:45.104] | feel me closer a face with small glass pieces pulls you in |
| [02:01.474] | im not sleeping over |
| [02:11.507] | a fist comes through the mirror and you think |
| [02:20.043] | im not stable, ungrown |
| [02:30.106] | waiting alone |
| [02:38.319] | my hands bleeding and numb |
| [02:48.611] | the cracks around the face is only half way done |
| [03:20.955] | stripped down |
| [03:29.977] | as far as i can tell theres nothing else |
| [03:39.493] | please me for another hour |
| [03:48.684] | placing all the bets onto myself |
| [03:56.756] | im unstable and dumb |
| [04:07.174] | waiting alone |
| [04:15.314] | im not pleading no |
| [04:25.654] | pieces stick together and we' re halfway home |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Duncan John Attwood |
| [00:48.046] | im strained and down |
| [00:57.799] | for kicks we re tossed and thrown against the ground |
| [01:06.682] | skins peeling to the bone |
| [01:15.750] | the scratches and the graise holding me down |
| [01:45.104] | feel me closer a face with small glass pieces pulls you in |
| [02:01.474] | im not sleeping over |
| [02:11.507] | a fist comes through the mirror and you think |
| [02:20.043] | im not stable, ungrown |
| [02:30.106] | waiting alone |
| [02:38.319] | my hands bleeding and numb |
| [02:48.611] | the cracks around the face is only half way done |
| [03:20.955] | stripped down |
| [03:29.977] | as far as i can tell theres nothing else |
| [03:39.493] | please me for another hour |
| [03:48.684] | placing all the bets onto myself |
| [03:56.756] | im unstable and dumb |
| [04:07.174] | waiting alone |
| [04:15.314] | im not pleading no |
| [04:25.654] | pieces stick together and we' re halfway home |