The Suffering Machine Lyrics
| Song | The Suffering Machine |
| Artist | Buck 65 |
| Album | Secret House Against The World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| Jacket and shoes, pistols and pens | |
| Poor boy feels like I ain't got no friends | |
| I wake up nervous, Sunday is gloomy | |
| Eyes on the sidewalk look right through me | |
| I hear myself breathing, trying to focus | |
| Goodbye Babylon, wandering hopeless | |
| The drifter, singing the lament of a non-tryer | |
| The isolation makes me want to set myself on fire | |
| I don't live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| I pick all the flowers and extinguish the flames | |
| The insanities, I remember all of their names | |
| Bottom of the barrel, it's no way how to be | |
| The cold and the silence beats the shit out of me | |
| But the windows are wooden and I shouldn't complain | |
| I'll just keep digging until I'm good and insane | |
| Cobwebs and applecores, old ghosts and vestiges | |
| Woman at the desk says I got no messages | |
| I don't live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| Lost in a haze of fantasy and folklore | |
| The woman I love don't want me no more | |
| Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild | |
| Full grown man reduced to a weakling child | |
| Hard of hearing, short tempered and long viewing | |
| Completely disappeared and cleared of all wrong-doing | |
| Challenging the calendars, and tempting the clocks | |
| Tree knocked over, inside an empty box | |
| I don't live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down |
| zuo ci : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| Jacket and shoes, pistols and pens | |
| Poor boy feels like I ain' t got no friends | |
| I wake up nervous, Sunday is gloomy | |
| Eyes on the sidewalk look right through me | |
| I hear myself breathing, trying to focus | |
| Goodbye Babylon, wandering hopeless | |
| The drifter, singing the lament of a nontryer | |
| The isolation makes me want to set myself on fire | |
| I don' t live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| I pick all the flowers and extinguish the flames | |
| The insanities, I remember all of their names | |
| Bottom of the barrel, it' s no way how to be | |
| The cold and the silence beats the shit out of me | |
| But the windows are wooden and I shouldn' t complain | |
| I' ll just keep digging until I' m good and insane | |
| Cobwebs and applecores, old ghosts and vestiges | |
| Woman at the desk says I got no messages | |
| I don' t live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| Lost in a haze of fantasy and folklore | |
| The woman I love don' t want me no more | |
| Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild | |
| Full grown man reduced to a weakling child | |
| Hard of hearing, short tempered and long viewing | |
| Completely disappeared and cleared of all wrongdoing | |
| Challenging the calendars, and tempting the clocks | |
| Tree knocked over, inside an empty box | |
| I don' t live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down |
| zuò cí : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| Jacket and shoes, pistols and pens | |
| Poor boy feels like I ain' t got no friends | |
| I wake up nervous, Sunday is gloomy | |
| Eyes on the sidewalk look right through me | |
| I hear myself breathing, trying to focus | |
| Goodbye Babylon, wandering hopeless | |
| The drifter, singing the lament of a nontryer | |
| The isolation makes me want to set myself on fire | |
| I don' t live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| I pick all the flowers and extinguish the flames | |
| The insanities, I remember all of their names | |
| Bottom of the barrel, it' s no way how to be | |
| The cold and the silence beats the shit out of me | |
| But the windows are wooden and I shouldn' t complain | |
| I' ll just keep digging until I' m good and insane | |
| Cobwebs and applecores, old ghosts and vestiges | |
| Woman at the desk says I got no messages | |
| I don' t live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down | |
| Lost in a haze of fantasy and folklore | |
| The woman I love don' t want me no more | |
| Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild | |
| Full grown man reduced to a weakling child | |
| Hard of hearing, short tempered and long viewing | |
| Completely disappeared and cleared of all wrongdoing | |
| Challenging the calendars, and tempting the clocks | |
| Tree knocked over, inside an empty box | |
| I don' t live anywhere | |
| Black angel, carry me down |
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