作词 : Hendrickson, More | |
Legs bent and twisted up underneath me | |
Limbs like wood my blood flows like pitch | |
My body shudders and curls against your jaw | |
Blackened and burned in need of | |
A stitch or two | |
You sewed me up and pulled me apart | |
You sewed me up and pulled me to bits | |
Your disease comes sinking into me | |
Its teeth all chiseled mercilessly | |
Hammering my nerves until I'm split and severed | |
But somehow you don't see | |
I still bleed | |
I hear the razor call and I bleed | |
Everytime we touch | |
I still bleed | |
Down the long grinding night | |
A cigarette burns a slow hole into my split lip | |
My eyes burn out 'cause I see too much | |
I touch your mouth cold skin your hips | |
Kiss the wound where | |
I still bleed | |
Lying just South of your Mouth | |
Acid burns in every kiss | |
Loaded breach and swallowed barrel | |
I never thought it might come to this | |
Try to hold myself shut together | |
Stapled sutured but everytime we touch | |
Then I still bleed |
zuo ci : Hendrickson, More | |
Legs bent and twisted up underneath me | |
Limbs like wood my blood flows like pitch | |
My body shudders and curls against your jaw | |
Blackened and burned in need of | |
A stitch or two | |
You sewed me up and pulled me apart | |
You sewed me up and pulled me to bits | |
Your disease comes sinking into me | |
Its teeth all chiseled mercilessly | |
Hammering my nerves until I' m split and severed | |
But somehow you don' t see | |
I still bleed | |
I hear the razor call and I bleed | |
Everytime we touch | |
I still bleed | |
Down the long grinding night | |
A cigarette burns a slow hole into my split lip | |
My eyes burn out ' cause I see too much | |
I touch your mouth cold skin your hips | |
Kiss the wound where | |
I still bleed | |
Lying just South of your Mouth | |
Acid burns in every kiss | |
Loaded breach and swallowed barrel | |
I never thought it might come to this | |
Try to hold myself shut together | |
Stapled sutured but everytime we touch | |
Then I still bleed |
zuò cí : Hendrickson, More | |
Legs bent and twisted up underneath me | |
Limbs like wood my blood flows like pitch | |
My body shudders and curls against your jaw | |
Blackened and burned in need of | |
A stitch or two | |
You sewed me up and pulled me apart | |
You sewed me up and pulled me to bits | |
Your disease comes sinking into me | |
Its teeth all chiseled mercilessly | |
Hammering my nerves until I' m split and severed | |
But somehow you don' t see | |
I still bleed | |
I hear the razor call and I bleed | |
Everytime we touch | |
I still bleed | |
Down the long grinding night | |
A cigarette burns a slow hole into my split lip | |
My eyes burn out ' cause I see too much | |
I touch your mouth cold skin your hips | |
Kiss the wound where | |
I still bleed | |
Lying just South of your Mouth | |
Acid burns in every kiss | |
Loaded breach and swallowed barrel | |
I never thought it might come to this | |
Try to hold myself shut together | |
Stapled sutured but everytime we touch | |
Then I still bleed |