Song | Dirt Helmet |
Artist | My Bitter End |
Album | The Renovation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Madray, My Bitter End | |
Few will escape the sleep that swells there lungs. Consider youself fortunate for the rest. | |
Dirt helmet silence is held high in regards of the troubled. | |
Sleep easy under this illusion that your dreaming and waking is merely a thing of fact. | |
While your sleeping I'm plotting a way to end this night. | |
I'll shout down the moon and keep the sun at bay. | |
Four chimes and an empty bed remind me I'm still here. | |
Don't sleep. Here silence is revered and held holy, quiet enough to hear my blood hit the ground like razors through my veins. | |
Sleep in. This rest we dream forever. | |
Remember the day we never lived. | |
Dispatched sunshine to a darkened fate, a darkened fate, a darkened fate. | |
Some of us were meant to hurt. | |
Without the light of day to remind us all of the breath we struggle so hard to find. | |
As every shallow breath escapes few and far between, I find myself just praying for the courage to drag the jagged glass across our wrists and necks. | |
Some of us were meant to hurt. | |
Discover a new way of dying, everyday constantly dying. | |
Five chimes and a blood soaked bed reminds me it's time to go. | |
Disgust is a bitter taste that coats this tongue as I rip it from my mouth, | |
There will be no screaming tonight just a silent goodbye and a note on the mirror. | |
Sleep. This is for the hopeless, the lonesome. | |
Somewhere, there's a bed for us all. | |
This is my escape, it's not the right choice but it's mine. | |
It's mine. | |
I just can't stand the thought of another sunrise with no eyes, don't sleep. | |
Don't sleep |
zuo qu : Madray, My Bitter End | |
Few will escape the sleep that swells there lungs. Consider youself fortunate for the rest. | |
Dirt helmet silence is held high in regards of the troubled. | |
Sleep easy under this illusion that your dreaming and waking is merely a thing of fact. | |
While your sleeping I' m plotting a way to end this night. | |
I' ll shout down the moon and keep the sun at bay. | |
Four chimes and an empty bed remind me I' m still here. | |
Don' t sleep. Here silence is revered and held holy, quiet enough to hear my blood hit the ground like razors through my veins. | |
Sleep in. This rest we dream forever. | |
Remember the day we never lived. | |
Dispatched sunshine to a darkened fate, a darkened fate, a darkened fate. | |
Some of us were meant to hurt. | |
Without the light of day to remind us all of the breath we struggle so hard to find. | |
As every shallow breath escapes few and far between, I find myself just praying for the courage to drag the jagged glass across our wrists and necks. | |
Some of us were meant to hurt. | |
Discover a new way of dying, everyday constantly dying. | |
Five chimes and a blood soaked bed reminds me it' s time to go. | |
Disgust is a bitter taste that coats this tongue as I rip it from my mouth, | |
There will be no screaming tonight just a silent goodbye and a note on the mirror. | |
Sleep. This is for the hopeless, the lonesome. | |
Somewhere, there' s a bed for us all. | |
This is my escape, it' s not the right choice but it' s mine. | |
It' s mine. | |
I just can' t stand the thought of another sunrise with no eyes, don' t sleep. | |
Don' t sleep |
zuò qǔ : Madray, My Bitter End | |
Few will escape the sleep that swells there lungs. Consider youself fortunate for the rest. | |
Dirt helmet silence is held high in regards of the troubled. | |
Sleep easy under this illusion that your dreaming and waking is merely a thing of fact. | |
While your sleeping I' m plotting a way to end this night. | |
I' ll shout down the moon and keep the sun at bay. | |
Four chimes and an empty bed remind me I' m still here. | |
Don' t sleep. Here silence is revered and held holy, quiet enough to hear my blood hit the ground like razors through my veins. | |
Sleep in. This rest we dream forever. | |
Remember the day we never lived. | |
Dispatched sunshine to a darkened fate, a darkened fate, a darkened fate. | |
Some of us were meant to hurt. | |
Without the light of day to remind us all of the breath we struggle so hard to find. | |
As every shallow breath escapes few and far between, I find myself just praying for the courage to drag the jagged glass across our wrists and necks. | |
Some of us were meant to hurt. | |
Discover a new way of dying, everyday constantly dying. | |
Five chimes and a blood soaked bed reminds me it' s time to go. | |
Disgust is a bitter taste that coats this tongue as I rip it from my mouth, | |
There will be no screaming tonight just a silent goodbye and a note on the mirror. | |
Sleep. This is for the hopeless, the lonesome. | |
Somewhere, there' s a bed for us all. | |
This is my escape, it' s not the right choice but it' s mine. | |
It' s mine. | |
I just can' t stand the thought of another sunrise with no eyes, don' t sleep. | |
Don' t sleep |