Song | Constrict |
Artist | Earth Crisis |
Album | The Oath That Keeps Me Free |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earth Crisis | |
Rage has ruled me for so long that | |
I don't want to think anymore. | |
I've tried to claw my way out, but | |
I am sealed in. | |
It seems the game is designed to make me lose. | |
It's weight slowly drags me down. | |
I draw a breath as | |
I slip under. | |
The dim light fades as descent begins. | |
I have to fight my way through. | |
Stark flesh sinks through the freezing liquid darkness. | |
Pale hands bound before me, rushing deeper with every heartbeat. | |
I will not relent to despair. | |
As depression contricts it's coils close in around me. | |
Depression contricts. | |
My will is the blade that cuts the coils from around me. |
zuo ci : Earth Crisis | |
Rage has ruled me for so long that | |
I don' t want to think anymore. | |
I' ve tried to claw my way out, but | |
I am sealed in. | |
It seems the game is designed to make me lose. | |
It' s weight slowly drags me down. | |
I draw a breath as | |
I slip under. | |
The dim light fades as descent begins. | |
I have to fight my way through. | |
Stark flesh sinks through the freezing liquid darkness. | |
Pale hands bound before me, rushing deeper with every heartbeat. | |
I will not relent to despair. | |
As depression contricts it' s coils close in around me. | |
Depression contricts. | |
My will is the blade that cuts the coils from around me. |
zuò cí : Earth Crisis | |
Rage has ruled me for so long that | |
I don' t want to think anymore. | |
I' ve tried to claw my way out, but | |
I am sealed in. | |
It seems the game is designed to make me lose. | |
It' s weight slowly drags me down. | |
I draw a breath as | |
I slip under. | |
The dim light fades as descent begins. | |
I have to fight my way through. | |
Stark flesh sinks through the freezing liquid darkness. | |
Pale hands bound before me, rushing deeper with every heartbeat. | |
I will not relent to despair. | |
As depression contricts it' s coils close in around me. | |
Depression contricts. | |
My will is the blade that cuts the coils from around me. |