Song | Faces Of Death |
Artist | Born of Osiris |
Album | A Higher Place |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Buras, Canizaro, Losch ... | |
Drop my head in the concrete | |
Looking up at the sky | |
Reaching closer to my demise | |
Walking through this journey | |
No purpose or time | |
Reaching closer to my demise | |
Walking through this journey | |
No purpose or time | |
It captivates the eye unveiling the beauty | |
I'm where I need to be | |
Spinning with the sickness overcome by the change | |
My head and my mind co-inciting in assault | |
My actions transform to contention | |
So I'm disaluding the truth | |
Trading my will to comatose existence | |
A price that never paid and always be owed | |
Keep us alive hanging on a thread | |
And crawling forward | |
It's getting closer and closer to my demise | |
Looking up at the sky | |
Drop myself in the concrete | |
Looking up at the sky | |
IT was, Was it the end? | |
Bodies were deceiving me | |
Faces of death. |
zuo qu : Buras, Canizaro, Losch ... | |
Drop my head in the concrete | |
Looking up at the sky | |
Reaching closer to my demise | |
Walking through this journey | |
No purpose or time | |
Reaching closer to my demise | |
Walking through this journey | |
No purpose or time | |
It captivates the eye unveiling the beauty | |
I' m where I need to be | |
Spinning with the sickness overcome by the change | |
My head and my mind coinciting in assault | |
My actions transform to contention | |
So I' m disaluding the truth | |
Trading my will to comatose existence | |
A price that never paid and always be owed | |
Keep us alive hanging on a thread | |
And crawling forward | |
It' s getting closer and closer to my demise | |
Looking up at the sky | |
Drop myself in the concrete | |
Looking up at the sky | |
IT was, Was it the end? | |
Bodies were deceiving me | |
Faces of death. |
zuò qǔ : Buras, Canizaro, Losch ... | |
Drop my head in the concrete | |
Looking up at the sky | |
Reaching closer to my demise | |
Walking through this journey | |
No purpose or time | |
Reaching closer to my demise | |
Walking through this journey | |
No purpose or time | |
It captivates the eye unveiling the beauty | |
I' m where I need to be | |
Spinning with the sickness overcome by the change | |
My head and my mind coinciting in assault | |
My actions transform to contention | |
So I' m disaluding the truth | |
Trading my will to comatose existence | |
A price that never paid and always be owed | |
Keep us alive hanging on a thread | |
And crawling forward | |
It' s getting closer and closer to my demise | |
Looking up at the sky | |
Drop myself in the concrete | |
Looking up at the sky | |
IT was, Was it the end? | |
Bodies were deceiving me | |
Faces of death. |