| Song | The Rattle Of Black Teeth |
| Artist | Code |
| Album | Resplendent Grotesque |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Aort, Kvohst | |
| On a mattress of salt | |
| On a sea of wounds | |
| And only my arms for oars | |
| White-knuckle dream ride | |
| Cling on for dear life | |
| Fare thee well my black-hole bride | |
| My mirage cocoon of horses sail into the sky | |
| It’s so strange | |
| What life looks like | |
| When you’re falling | |
| Falling | |
| Falling through the cracks | |
| Is there anyone there | |
| On the other side? | |
| Do they know who you are? | |
| Can they bring you back? | |
| And in my deepest darkest dreams | |
| The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing | |
| In the heart of my brain | |
| There’s something coming | |
| And it will never leave you behind | |
| It’s pulling you and tugging you | |
| Til the light goes out in your eyes | |
| When fate hangs you out | |
| You out to dry | |
| When you’re finally coming apart | |
| Then you’ll start to know why | |
| And in my deepest darkest dreams | |
| The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing | |
| In the heart of my brain | |
| On a mattress of salt | |
| On a sea of wounds | |
| And only my arms for oars | |
| White-knuckle dream ride | |
| Cling on for dear life | |
| Fare thee well my black-hole bride |
| zuo qu : Aort, Kvohst | |
| On a mattress of salt | |
| On a sea of wounds | |
| And only my arms for oars | |
| Whiteknuckle dream ride | |
| Cling on for dear life | |
| Fare thee well my blackhole bride | |
| My mirage cocoon of horses sail into the sky | |
| It' s so strange | |
| What life looks like | |
| When you' re falling | |
| Falling | |
| Falling through the cracks | |
| Is there anyone there | |
| On the other side? | |
| Do they know who you are? | |
| Can they bring you back? | |
| And in my deepest darkest dreams | |
| The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing | |
| In the heart of my brain | |
| There' s something coming | |
| And it will never leave you behind | |
| It' s pulling you and tugging you | |
| Til the light goes out in your eyes | |
| When fate hangs you out | |
| You out to dry | |
| When you' re finally coming apart | |
| Then you' ll start to know why | |
| And in my deepest darkest dreams | |
| The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing | |
| In the heart of my brain | |
| On a mattress of salt | |
| On a sea of wounds | |
| And only my arms for oars | |
| Whiteknuckle dream ride | |
| Cling on for dear life | |
| Fare thee well my blackhole bride |
| zuò qǔ : Aort, Kvohst | |
| On a mattress of salt | |
| On a sea of wounds | |
| And only my arms for oars | |
| Whiteknuckle dream ride | |
| Cling on for dear life | |
| Fare thee well my blackhole bride | |
| My mirage cocoon of horses sail into the sky | |
| It' s so strange | |
| What life looks like | |
| When you' re falling | |
| Falling | |
| Falling through the cracks | |
| Is there anyone there | |
| On the other side? | |
| Do they know who you are? | |
| Can they bring you back? | |
| And in my deepest darkest dreams | |
| The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing | |
| In the heart of my brain | |
| There' s something coming | |
| And it will never leave you behind | |
| It' s pulling you and tugging you | |
| Til the light goes out in your eyes | |
| When fate hangs you out | |
| You out to dry | |
| When you' re finally coming apart | |
| Then you' ll start to know why | |
| And in my deepest darkest dreams | |
| The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing | |
| In the heart of my brain | |
| On a mattress of salt | |
| On a sea of wounds | |
| And only my arms for oars | |
| Whiteknuckle dream ride | |
| Cling on for dear life | |
| Fare thee well my blackhole bride |