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 |