Song | Clutching At Barbs |
Artist | Napalm Death |
Album | Words From The Exit Wound |
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作曲 : Shane Embury | |
Waylaid by the hand that leads, scale the heights of intimacy | |
Forewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff, and you're snared | |
One intoxicating whiff and you're snared | |
Clutching at barbs | |
Dose up to delirium, cross circles of death for good | |
Deflect contests, one intoxicating whiff, and you're snared | |
Mock me, I'm convulsing, | |
I'm clutching at barbs | |
Crass pity goes the deepest, it magnifies the dross | |
The dross, the dross | |
A grip enforced barely healing, | |
I'm clutching at barbs | |
Leave me to snatch and paw, then lick up my wounds | |
Struggle spent, | |
I concede defeat | |
Swing for scumbags who heaved the leash | |
Soft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff, and | |
I'm snared | |
One intoxicating whiff, and | |
I'm snared |
zuo qu : Shane Embury | |
Waylaid by the hand that leads, scale the heights of intimacy | |
Forewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff, and you' re snared | |
One intoxicating whiff and you' re snared | |
Clutching at barbs | |
Dose up to delirium, cross circles of death for good | |
Deflect contests, one intoxicating whiff, and you' re snared | |
Mock me, I' m convulsing, | |
I' m clutching at barbs | |
Crass pity goes the deepest, it magnifies the dross | |
The dross, the dross | |
A grip enforced barely healing, | |
I' m clutching at barbs | |
Leave me to snatch and paw, then lick up my wounds | |
Struggle spent, | |
I concede defeat | |
Swing for scumbags who heaved the leash | |
Soft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff, and | |
I' m snared | |
One intoxicating whiff, and | |
I' m snared |
zuò qǔ : Shane Embury | |
Waylaid by the hand that leads, scale the heights of intimacy | |
Forewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff, and you' re snared | |
One intoxicating whiff and you' re snared | |
Clutching at barbs | |
Dose up to delirium, cross circles of death for good | |
Deflect contests, one intoxicating whiff, and you' re snared | |
Mock me, I' m convulsing, | |
I' m clutching at barbs | |
Crass pity goes the deepest, it magnifies the dross | |
The dross, the dross | |
A grip enforced barely healing, | |
I' m clutching at barbs | |
Leave me to snatch and paw, then lick up my wounds | |
Struggle spent, | |
I concede defeat | |
Swing for scumbags who heaved the leash | |
Soft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff, and | |
I' m snared | |
One intoxicating whiff, and | |
I' m snared |