Song | Vagrant Stomp - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Orange Goblin |
Album | Healing Through Fire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Imagination is the curse of every liar | |
Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire | |
And everyone will say you're crazy | |
Spending all your time being oh so lazy | |
Corruption is the plane to take you higher | |
Medication is the key to hallucination | |
The only saving grace we have is amputation | |
And who decides what we call sinning | |
Losing everything just to show we're winning | |
The rising of the poor is the salutation | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
False hope, expires | |
Bringing the world to its knees | |
Strychnine desire | |
Open the wound to release | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
False hope, expires | |
Bringing the world to its knees | |
Strychnine desire | |
Open the wound to release | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
Twisted visions | |
Burning deep in the back of my head | |
Tainted dosage | |
I don't remember what the doctor said | |
Numbing feeling | |
Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones | |
Sleepless dreaming | |
Never before have | |
I felt so alone |
zuo ci : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Imagination is the curse of every liar | |
Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire | |
And everyone will say you' re crazy | |
Spending all your time being oh so lazy | |
Corruption is the plane to take you higher | |
Medication is the key to hallucination | |
The only saving grace we have is amputation | |
And who decides what we call sinning | |
Losing everything just to show we' re winning | |
The rising of the poor is the salutation | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
False hope, expires | |
Bringing the world to its knees | |
Strychnine desire | |
Open the wound to release | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
False hope, expires | |
Bringing the world to its knees | |
Strychnine desire | |
Open the wound to release | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
Twisted visions | |
Burning deep in the back of my head | |
Tainted dosage | |
I don' t remember what the doctor said | |
Numbing feeling | |
Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones | |
Sleepless dreaming | |
Never before have | |
I felt so alone |
zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Imagination is the curse of every liar | |
Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire | |
And everyone will say you' re crazy | |
Spending all your time being oh so lazy | |
Corruption is the plane to take you higher | |
Medication is the key to hallucination | |
The only saving grace we have is amputation | |
And who decides what we call sinning | |
Losing everything just to show we' re winning | |
The rising of the poor is the salutation | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
False hope, expires | |
Bringing the world to its knees | |
Strychnine desire | |
Open the wound to release | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
False hope, expires | |
Bringing the world to its knees | |
Strychnine desire | |
Open the wound to release | |
Black hearts, on fire | |
With terminal spirit disease | |
Twisted visions | |
Burning deep in the back of my head | |
Tainted dosage | |
I don' t remember what the doctor said | |
Numbing feeling | |
Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones | |
Sleepless dreaming | |
Never before have | |
I felt so alone |