Song | Furtive Monologue |
Artist | Despised Icon |
Album | The Ills Of Modern Man |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Erian, Jarrin, Marois | |
This in audible voice has flattered my ears | |
An unreal sound of distress, a sensation that aroused my being | |
This moment was all yours but the pleasure was all mine | |
All the weight I've been carrying vanished for a valuable instant | |
One day when this curtain will fall | |
Masks will be shattered | |
Your eyes silently scream astonishing grief | |
The satisfaction I devour is not retribution | |
Your sorrow's my devotion | |
I'll be rewarded with your degradation | |
Nourished by bitter passions, | |
My hunger for human deprivation will be quenched | |
No retribution | |
Your sorrow's my devotion | |
A furtive monologue | |
This unspoiled opus wasn't meant to persist eternally | |
Masks and disguises returned to their relevant closets | |
This theatrical masquerade will be lead | |
to its irrevocable ending | |
One day or another, | |
One day when this curtain will fall | |
Masks will be shattered |
zuo qu : Erian, Jarrin, Marois | |
This in audible voice has flattered my ears | |
An unreal sound of distress, a sensation that aroused my being | |
This moment was all yours but the pleasure was all mine | |
All the weight I' ve been carrying vanished for a valuable instant | |
One day when this curtain will fall | |
Masks will be shattered | |
Your eyes silently scream astonishing grief | |
The satisfaction I devour is not retribution | |
Your sorrow' s my devotion | |
I' ll be rewarded with your degradation | |
Nourished by bitter passions, | |
My hunger for human deprivation will be quenched | |
No retribution | |
Your sorrow' s my devotion | |
A furtive monologue | |
This unspoiled opus wasn' t meant to persist eternally | |
Masks and disguises returned to their relevant closets | |
This theatrical masquerade will be lead | |
to its irrevocable ending | |
One day or another, | |
One day when this curtain will fall | |
Masks will be shattered |
zuò qǔ : Erian, Jarrin, Marois | |
This in audible voice has flattered my ears | |
An unreal sound of distress, a sensation that aroused my being | |
This moment was all yours but the pleasure was all mine | |
All the weight I' ve been carrying vanished for a valuable instant | |
One day when this curtain will fall | |
Masks will be shattered | |
Your eyes silently scream astonishing grief | |
The satisfaction I devour is not retribution | |
Your sorrow' s my devotion | |
I' ll be rewarded with your degradation | |
Nourished by bitter passions, | |
My hunger for human deprivation will be quenched | |
No retribution | |
Your sorrow' s my devotion | |
A furtive monologue | |
This unspoiled opus wasn' t meant to persist eternally | |
Masks and disguises returned to their relevant closets | |
This theatrical masquerade will be lead | |
to its irrevocable ending | |
One day or another, | |
One day when this curtain will fall | |
Masks will be shattered |