Song | Jumping At Shadows |
Artist | Benediction |
Album | The Grand Leveller |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Benediction | |
It had to be done! | |
Conspiring web, killing me, the end. | |
Let me haunt you, a chilling tale. | |
Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds. | |
Perhaps we=B9ll meet someday, when I get blown away. | |
Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight. | |
Bloody family. | |
Darkened death. | |
An absolute, depravity | |
If a weak linkage found, eliminate. | |
Hear the cities fearful roar. = | |
*=B3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, = | |
urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood = | |
of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I = | |
asked...What of your children?=B2* | |
Out to silence me. | |
Bloodied family. | |
Now I sleep. | |
The city weeps. | |
(=B3*=B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam) |
zuo ci : Benediction | |
It had to be done! | |
Conspiring web, killing me, the end. | |
Let me haunt you, a chilling tale. | |
Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds. | |
Perhaps we B9ll meet someday, when I get blown away. | |
Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight. | |
Bloody family. | |
Darkened death. | |
An absolute, depravity | |
If a weak linkage found, eliminate. | |
Hear the cities fearful roar. | |
B3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, | |
urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood | |
of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I | |
asked... What of your children? B2 | |
Out to silence me. | |
Bloodied family. | |
Now I sleep. | |
The city weeps. | |
B3 B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam |
zuò cí : Benediction | |
It had to be done! | |
Conspiring web, killing me, the end. | |
Let me haunt you, a chilling tale. | |
Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds. | |
Perhaps we B9ll meet someday, when I get blown away. | |
Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight. | |
Bloody family. | |
Darkened death. | |
An absolute, depravity | |
If a weak linkage found, eliminate. | |
Hear the cities fearful roar. | |
B3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, | |
urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood | |
of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I | |
asked... What of your children? B2 | |
Out to silence me. | |
Bloodied family. | |
Now I sleep. | |
The city weeps. | |
B3 B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam |