| Song | Screams Go Unheard |
| Artist | Cryptopsy |
| Album | And Then You´ll Beg |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cryptopsy, DiSalvo, DiSalvo | |
| Mike DiSalvo and | |
| Gen Guay Di | |
| Salvo Cryptopsy - | |
| And Then You´ll | |
| Beg - 2000 | |
| Seeing that this blood sequence | |
| Is most unfortunate | |
| Hallowed be thy immortal | |
| Free from constrictions | |
| And that ridiculous boundry | |
| Called life | |
| Fly my pretty | |
| However, stay close to me | |
| Omen bearer, ecstatic shiver | |
| Like a woman just crossed my grave | |
| Almost blind sight for sour eyes | |
| And tickled my fancy | |
| Delicate. | |
| Pure. Mine. | |
| Simply soulmated | |
| The heaven´s serene selection | |
| God´s reflection | |
| Something tells me | |
| You might not know me now | |
| You will soon | |
| First ****ing things first | |
| Would bet on you a smile | |
| That this other fella´ | |
| Will disapear for a while | |
| No mind to a constant observant | |
| I watch Two is a show but three is a crowd | |
| Pardon me, may i have this dance | |
| As for you sir | |
| Your services have been rendered useless | |
| And are no longer needed | |
| Sleep that deep slumber | |
| Cleverly infiltrate the daily procedures | |
| Enjoy this moment | |
| Perfect timing, perfect beauty | |
| Thank you for inviting | |
| I´ll drop by for a minute (or two) | |
| Upon my ringing, you´re cordially obliged | |
| Couldn´t have been better | |
| If I´d been asked for dinner | |
| Lept that step | |
| Beyond a casual notice | |
| Full fledged admiration | |
| Might be deemed a social misfit | |
| Never asked, never cared | |
| Never spared a worthless existence | |
| The big splash, your life in a flash | |
| Of tornados forming, frenzied whirlwind | |
| Of times and places, people and faces | |
| Fear has a scent that´s unmistakable | |
| It´s growing, building, mutating, ascending | |
| You´ve created a lover, well respected | |
| Undeniably desired | |
| Popculture idolatry, root vulture misery | |
| In the wake of my own hero parade | |
| An army of one, | |
| Haven´t had this much fun | |
| As a couple deeply in obsession | |
| Screams go unheard |
| zuo ci : Cryptopsy, DiSalvo, DiSalvo | |
| Mike DiSalvo and | |
| Gen Guay Di | |
| Salvo Cryptopsy | |
| And Then You ll | |
| Beg 2000 | |
| Seeing that this blood sequence | |
| Is most unfortunate | |
| Hallowed be thy immortal | |
| Free from constrictions | |
| And that ridiculous boundry | |
| Called life | |
| Fly my pretty | |
| However, stay close to me | |
| Omen bearer, ecstatic shiver | |
| Like a woman just crossed my grave | |
| Almost blind sight for sour eyes | |
| And tickled my fancy | |
| Delicate. | |
| Pure. Mine. | |
| Simply soulmated | |
| The heaven s serene selection | |
| God s reflection | |
| Something tells me | |
| You might not know me now | |
| You will soon | |
| First ing things first | |
| Would bet on you a smile | |
| That this other fella | |
| Will disapear for a while | |
| No mind to a constant observant | |
| I watch Two is a show but three is a crowd | |
| Pardon me, may i have this dance | |
| As for you sir | |
| Your services have been rendered useless | |
| And are no longer needed | |
| Sleep that deep slumber | |
| Cleverly infiltrate the daily procedures | |
| Enjoy this moment | |
| Perfect timing, perfect beauty | |
| Thank you for inviting | |
| I ll drop by for a minute or two | |
| Upon my ringing, you re cordially obliged | |
| Couldn t have been better | |
| If I d been asked for dinner | |
| Lept that step | |
| Beyond a casual notice | |
| Full fledged admiration | |
| Might be deemed a social misfit | |
| Never asked, never cared | |
| Never spared a worthless existence | |
| The big splash, your life in a flash | |
| Of tornados forming, frenzied whirlwind | |
| Of times and places, people and faces | |
| Fear has a scent that s unmistakable | |
| It s growing, building, mutating, ascending | |
| You ve created a lover, well respected | |
| Undeniably desired | |
| Popculture idolatry, root vulture misery | |
| In the wake of my own hero parade | |
| An army of one, | |
| Haven t had this much fun | |
| As a couple deeply in obsession | |
| Screams go unheard |
| zuò cí : Cryptopsy, DiSalvo, DiSalvo | |
| Mike DiSalvo and | |
| Gen Guay Di | |
| Salvo Cryptopsy | |
| And Then You ll | |
| Beg 2000 | |
| Seeing that this blood sequence | |
| Is most unfortunate | |
| Hallowed be thy immortal | |
| Free from constrictions | |
| And that ridiculous boundry | |
| Called life | |
| Fly my pretty | |
| However, stay close to me | |
| Omen bearer, ecstatic shiver | |
| Like a woman just crossed my grave | |
| Almost blind sight for sour eyes | |
| And tickled my fancy | |
| Delicate. | |
| Pure. Mine. | |
| Simply soulmated | |
| The heaven s serene selection | |
| God s reflection | |
| Something tells me | |
| You might not know me now | |
| You will soon | |
| First ing things first | |
| Would bet on you a smile | |
| That this other fella | |
| Will disapear for a while | |
| No mind to a constant observant | |
| I watch Two is a show but three is a crowd | |
| Pardon me, may i have this dance | |
| As for you sir | |
| Your services have been rendered useless | |
| And are no longer needed | |
| Sleep that deep slumber | |
| Cleverly infiltrate the daily procedures | |
| Enjoy this moment | |
| Perfect timing, perfect beauty | |
| Thank you for inviting | |
| I ll drop by for a minute or two | |
| Upon my ringing, you re cordially obliged | |
| Couldn t have been better | |
| If I d been asked for dinner | |
| Lept that step | |
| Beyond a casual notice | |
| Full fledged admiration | |
| Might be deemed a social misfit | |
| Never asked, never cared | |
| Never spared a worthless existence | |
| The big splash, your life in a flash | |
| Of tornados forming, frenzied whirlwind | |
| Of times and places, people and faces | |
| Fear has a scent that s unmistakable | |
| It s growing, building, mutating, ascending | |
| You ve created a lover, well respected | |
| Undeniably desired | |
| Popculture idolatry, root vulture misery | |
| In the wake of my own hero parade | |
| An army of one, | |
| Haven t had this much fun | |
| As a couple deeply in obsession | |
| Screams go unheard |