Song | Signs Of Discontent |
Artist | Candiria |
Album | 300 Percent Density |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Candiria, Coma | |
CHAPTER ONE | |
coloring | |
blistering | |
peeling the shell of the mask I'm in | |
do you speak in tongues that haunt the mind? | |
to feed and deprive | |
dry | |
blood | |
rain | |
they shatter to pieces | |
once again | |
in the midst of wolves | |
devoured to pieces | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
grasping the air to breathe | |
in three combine the tragedies | |
the agony of the gardens ingesting | |
persisting world of fleas | |
streams of resolution | |
no longer issued worthwhile | |
comprehending the absurd | |
no time for restitution | |
innocent blood stains dry | |
open the sores that rape the eyes | |
ashamed and fully naked | |
repeat the process to defile the body? | |
turn away | |
sacrifice the unclean | |
cut your flesh from your mind | |
devils in disguise | |
reprise | |
burned | |
swollen | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
this life of mind but a vapor | |
specks of dust on a journey | |
blown by winds | |
deceived by laws | |
the | |
beautiful | |
things | |
cling to the ropes | |
do you have eyes? | |
eyes set on the things that will curdle | |
spoiled verbal | |
trophies that will desert in full | |
your hope a dying gasp | |
peasant, your lips are filled with the poison | |
of the asps |
zuo qu : Candiria, Coma | |
CHAPTER ONE | |
coloring | |
blistering | |
peeling the shell of the mask I' m in | |
do you speak in tongues that haunt the mind? | |
to feed and deprive | |
dry | |
blood | |
rain | |
they shatter to pieces | |
once again | |
in the midst of wolves | |
devoured to pieces | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
grasping the air to breathe | |
in three combine the tragedies | |
the agony of the gardens ingesting | |
persisting world of fleas | |
streams of resolution | |
no longer issued worthwhile | |
comprehending the absurd | |
no time for restitution | |
innocent blood stains dry | |
open the sores that rape the eyes | |
ashamed and fully naked | |
repeat the process to defile the body? | |
turn away | |
sacrifice the unclean | |
cut your flesh from your mind | |
devils in disguise | |
reprise | |
burned | |
swollen | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
this life of mind but a vapor | |
specks of dust on a journey | |
blown by winds | |
deceived by laws | |
the | |
beautiful | |
things | |
cling to the ropes | |
do you have eyes? | |
eyes set on the things that will curdle | |
spoiled verbal | |
trophies that will desert in full | |
your hope a dying gasp | |
peasant, your lips are filled with the poison | |
of the asps |
zuò qǔ : Candiria, Coma | |
CHAPTER ONE | |
coloring | |
blistering | |
peeling the shell of the mask I' m in | |
do you speak in tongues that haunt the mind? | |
to feed and deprive | |
dry | |
blood | |
rain | |
they shatter to pieces | |
once again | |
in the midst of wolves | |
devoured to pieces | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
grasping the air to breathe | |
in three combine the tragedies | |
the agony of the gardens ingesting | |
persisting world of fleas | |
streams of resolution | |
no longer issued worthwhile | |
comprehending the absurd | |
no time for restitution | |
innocent blood stains dry | |
open the sores that rape the eyes | |
ashamed and fully naked | |
repeat the process to defile the body? | |
turn away | |
sacrifice the unclean | |
cut your flesh from your mind | |
devils in disguise | |
reprise | |
burned | |
swollen | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
this life of mind but a vapor | |
specks of dust on a journey | |
blown by winds | |
deceived by laws | |
the | |
beautiful | |
things | |
cling to the ropes | |
do you have eyes? | |
eyes set on the things that will curdle | |
spoiled verbal | |
trophies that will desert in full | |
your hope a dying gasp | |
peasant, your lips are filled with the poison | |
of the asps |