| Song | Miss Ann Thrope |
| Artist | My Ruin |
| Album | A Pray Under Pressure of Violent Anguish |
| 作曲 : Leverdige-Beelzababe ... | |
| you抮e so pretty when you lie love songs always make me cry i don抰 think you have a choice there抯 no truth left in your voice remember when we used to laugh just try to forget all that wear my heart upon your lips i hope it tastes just like shit just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope you抮e so pretty when you die love songs always make me cry i don抰 think you realise there抯 no blue left in your eyes remember when we used to sing just try to forget those things fill your hole inside with dirt i hope that it ****ing hurts just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope you have left a trail of deceit assault and flattery blasting through my wounds imprisoned me in god and poetry a ritual to mend my angry heart a breeding ground for your untruth if god created man in his own image then **** you ashes to ashes dust to dust my hate for you defines my lust bridges to bridges you抮e nothing to me welcome world miss ann thrope **** cunt miss ann thrope cunt **** miss ann thrope miss ann thrope |
| zuò qǔ : LeverdigeBeelzababe ... | |
| you zhěn e so pretty when you lie love songs always make me cry i don yāng think you have a choice there zhā no truth left in your voice remember when we used to laugh just try to forget all that wear my heart upon your lips i hope it tastes just like shit just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope you zhěn e so pretty when you die love songs always make me cry i don yāng think you realise there zhā no blue left in your eyes remember when we used to sing just try to forget those things fill your hole inside with dirt i hope that it ing hurts just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope just call me miss ann thrope you have left a trail of deceit assault and flattery blasting through my wounds imprisoned me in god and poetry a ritual to mend my angry heart a breeding ground for your untruth if god created man in his own image then you ashes to ashes dust to dust my hate for you defines my lust bridges to bridges you zhěn e nothing to me welcome world miss ann thrope cunt miss ann thrope cunt miss ann thrope miss ann thrope |