Song | Never Me |
Artist | Death Angel |
Album | The Art Of Dying |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cavestany, Osegueda | |
All's quite now on the western front | |
But you never know what's above you | |
Chances are when you're down and tired | |
It's a lack of what you need inside you | |
So they say if you play their game | |
Well, you'll never have much to lose | |
It's the life they chose and and if you're one of those | |
Well, you'll never have much to prove | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
So you claim that you're not the same | |
It's just a dead end old part of town | |
Why pan for gold when the water's cold | |
You might as well lay face down and drown | |
Then you play their game, yet you cry for change | |
And you always seem to miss your turn | |
You let them make your bed rest your weary head | |
On a mattress that's been set to burn | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
Raise your heads | |
Open eyesSmash down walls | |
See the lies, see the lies | |
See the lies, see the lies |
zuo ci : Cavestany, Osegueda | |
All' s quite now on the western front | |
But you never know what' s above you | |
Chances are when you' re down and tired | |
It' s a lack of what you need inside you | |
So they say if you play their game | |
Well, you' ll never have much to lose | |
It' s the life they chose and and if you' re one of those | |
Well, you' ll never have much to prove | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
So you claim that you' re not the same | |
It' s just a dead end old part of town | |
Why pan for gold when the water' s cold | |
You might as well lay face down and drown | |
Then you play their game, yet you cry for change | |
And you always seem to miss your turn | |
You let them make your bed rest your weary head | |
On a mattress that' s been set to burn | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
Raise your heads | |
Open eyesSmash down walls | |
See the lies, see the lies | |
See the lies, see the lies |
zuò cí : Cavestany, Osegueda | |
All' s quite now on the western front | |
But you never know what' s above you | |
Chances are when you' re down and tired | |
It' s a lack of what you need inside you | |
So they say if you play their game | |
Well, you' ll never have much to lose | |
It' s the life they chose and and if you' re one of those | |
Well, you' ll never have much to prove | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
So you claim that you' re not the same | |
It' s just a dead end old part of town | |
Why pan for gold when the water' s cold | |
You might as well lay face down and drown | |
Then you play their game, yet you cry for change | |
And you always seem to miss your turn | |
You let them make your bed rest your weary head | |
On a mattress that' s been set to burn | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
Looking up | |
Looking out | |
Reaching in | |
Let it out | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
That will never be me | |
I will always be free | |
Raise your heads | |
Open eyesSmash down walls | |
See the lies, see the lies | |
See the lies, see the lies |