Song | A Piece Of Mind |
Artist | Finch |
Album | Say Hello To Sunshine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Finch | |
Treacherous hold on me | |
With daggers for teeth | |
A pound of flesh for regret | |
Tied to marionette | |
Limp around my neck | |
Who knows which way to go? | |
Charcoal burnt sunrise | |
Sent by the river | |
To tell me lies (tell me lies) | |
Cold shades of sanity | |
Are bleeding over | |
I broke apart the disguise | |
The demon lives in the eyes, and | |
Underneath your breath | |
A softly spoken | |
Death | |
I hate that it tastes this way | |
Medicine gets so stale | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
I'm only me | |
"This man is using his mind as a weapon... | |
... And woe is better the creature who | |
Steps into his garden" | |
Let's see if I can't get it on me | |
Let's see if I can't get him all over my hands | |
"He's had another attack" | |
There's nothing bringing me back | |
Sailor says full mast | |
Following the sun | |
I hate that it tastes this way | |
Medicine gets so stale | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
I'm only me | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
Where are you? | |
(Where are you?) | |
Where are you? | |
(Where are you?) |
zuo qu : Finch | |
Treacherous hold on me | |
With daggers for teeth | |
A pound of flesh for regret | |
Tied to marionette | |
Limp around my neck | |
Who knows which way to go? | |
Charcoal burnt sunrise | |
Sent by the river | |
To tell me lies tell me lies | |
Cold shades of sanity | |
Are bleeding over | |
I broke apart the disguise | |
The demon lives in the eyes, and | |
Underneath your breath | |
A softly spoken | |
Death | |
I hate that it tastes this way | |
Medicine gets so stale | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
I' m only me | |
" This man is using his mind as a weapon... | |
... And woe is better the creature who | |
Steps into his garden" | |
Let' s see if I can' t get it on me | |
Let' s see if I can' t get him all over my hands | |
" He' s had another attack" | |
There' s nothing bringing me back | |
Sailor says full mast | |
Following the sun | |
I hate that it tastes this way | |
Medicine gets so stale | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
I' m only me | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
Where are you? | |
Where are you? | |
Where are you? | |
Where are you? |
zuò qǔ : Finch | |
Treacherous hold on me | |
With daggers for teeth | |
A pound of flesh for regret | |
Tied to marionette | |
Limp around my neck | |
Who knows which way to go? | |
Charcoal burnt sunrise | |
Sent by the river | |
To tell me lies tell me lies | |
Cold shades of sanity | |
Are bleeding over | |
I broke apart the disguise | |
The demon lives in the eyes, and | |
Underneath your breath | |
A softly spoken | |
Death | |
I hate that it tastes this way | |
Medicine gets so stale | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
I' m only me | |
" This man is using his mind as a weapon... | |
... And woe is better the creature who | |
Steps into his garden" | |
Let' s see if I can' t get it on me | |
Let' s see if I can' t get him all over my hands | |
" He' s had another attack" | |
There' s nothing bringing me back | |
Sailor says full mast | |
Following the sun | |
I hate that it tastes this way | |
Medicine gets so stale | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
I' m only me | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
A cut from a piece of mind | |
Then will you listen | |
Where are you? | |
Where are you? | |
Where are you? | |
Where are you? |