Song | Dressed In Decay |
Artist | CKY |
Album | An Ånswer Can Be Found |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ginsburg, Miller | |
Imperfection shes been told | |
The positives are undersold | |
A gain of envy, a loss of health | |
Preparing to consume herself | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
You see the struggle flood the skin | |
From promises to paper-thin | |
She turns a blind eye, will of stone | |
From stunning smile, to flesh and bone | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay |
zuo qu : Ginsburg, Miller | |
Imperfection shes been told | |
The positives are undersold | |
A gain of envy, a loss of health | |
Preparing to consume herself | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
You see the struggle flood the skin | |
From promises to paperthin | |
She turns a blind eye, will of stone | |
From stunning smile, to flesh and bone | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay |
zuò qǔ : Ginsburg, Miller | |
Imperfection shes been told | |
The positives are undersold | |
A gain of envy, a loss of health | |
Preparing to consume herself | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
You see the struggle flood the skin | |
From promises to paperthin | |
She turns a blind eye, will of stone | |
From stunning smile, to flesh and bone | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay | |
She does not see the pulsing veins | |
She does not feel her own restraints | |
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away | |
Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay |