Song | Inside Is Out |
Artist | Cephalic Carnage |
Album | Anomalies |
作曲 : Cephalic Carnage | |
chasing lies | |
that which hurts most | |
believing | |
leave it | |
when it comes | |
let go of fear | |
take it | |
as I said | |
you will like it | |
being here | |
burning | |
the dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
digging deep, frozen grave, through cold veins, and to feel, cold blood race, proof of | |
emptiness, and when it's done, dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
fingers pierce - my soul is pulled - from my body - is cast down - from heaven comes exile | |
left behind | |
wanting to breath | |
start the fires | |
that boil the seas | |
beg for nothing | |
on broken knees | |
ultima bless me so | |
yet, you watched her escape, your grasp, you've slipped | |
Bless me so | |
i won't fall through | |
to come hear again | |
in your grief | |
find your new place | |
now repent | |
then go drifting | |
into the dark | |
to find no light | |
to search forever | |
start the fires | |
that boil the seas | |
beg for nothing on broken knees |
zuò qǔ : Cephalic Carnage | |
chasing lies | |
that which hurts most | |
believing | |
leave it | |
when it comes | |
let go of fear | |
take it | |
as I said | |
you will like it | |
being here | |
burning | |
the dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
digging deep, frozen grave, through cold veins, and to feel, cold blood race, proof of | |
emptiness, and when it' s done, dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
fingers pierce my soul is pulled from my body is cast down from heaven comes exile | |
left behind | |
wanting to breath | |
start the fires | |
that boil the seas | |
beg for nothing | |
on broken knees | |
ultima bless me so | |
yet, you watched her escape, your grasp, you' ve slipped | |
Bless me so | |
i won' t fall through | |
to come hear again | |
in your grief | |
find your new place | |
now repent | |
then go drifting | |
into the dark | |
to find no light | |
to search forever | |
start the fires | |
that boil the seas | |
beg for nothing on broken knees |