Reduced To Teeth Lyrics
| Song | Reduced To Teeth |
| Artist | Finch |
| Album | Say Hello To Sunshine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Finch | |
| Behind a mask, | |
| A man can bask | |
| Only for so long | |
| Before being exposed to the sun | |
| The moon is up, a whisper of, | |
| "'Till death do you wrong." | |
| Patients bother a patient doctor. | |
| Plastics itch, and bandages. | |
| The aftermath won't add up to this. | |
| The fever breaks, | |
| And it would take a masochist | |
| TO LIVE LIKE THIS. | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Chasing demons dressed like me. | |
| Their eyes are not like mine. | |
| Ignorance is divine. | |
| Instincts are reduced to teeth | |
| That bite the hand that feeds. | |
| Fear thy father, love thy martyr. | |
| The verdict of the jury hung | |
| On the weight of what has become. | |
| A starry night, a vengeful wish, "IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!" | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Sound the alarm, and make no mistake about this. | |
| All the king's horses and all the king's men | |
| Have been sent to put this boy back together again. | |
| But somehow, | |
| He must have been predicting the fall. | |
| CAGED RATS, EXPERIMENTS! | |
| A BRAIN WITH NO OXYGEN! | |
| RELEASE ALL THE HOSTAGES! | |
| You've got to wash your hands of this. | |
| CAGED RATS, EXPERIMENTS! | |
| A BRAIN WITH NO OXYGEN! | |
| RELEASE ALL THE HOSTAGES! | |
| You've got to wash your hands of this. | |
| This... | |
| This... | |
| The verdict of the jury hung | |
| On the weight of what has become. | |
| A STARRY NIGHT, A VENGEFUL WISH, "IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!" | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! |
| zuo qu : Finch | |
| Behind a mask, | |
| A man can bask | |
| Only for so long | |
| Before being exposed to the sun | |
| The moon is up, a whisper of, | |
| "' Till death do you wrong." | |
| Patients bother a patient doctor. | |
| Plastics itch, and bandages. | |
| The aftermath won' t add up to this. | |
| The fever breaks, | |
| And it would take a masochist | |
| TO LIVE LIKE THIS. | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Chasing demons dressed like me. | |
| Their eyes are not like mine. | |
| Ignorance is divine. | |
| Instincts are reduced to teeth | |
| That bite the hand that feeds. | |
| Fear thy father, love thy martyr. | |
| The verdict of the jury hung | |
| On the weight of what has become. | |
| A starry night, a vengeful wish, " IT DOESN' T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!" | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Sound the alarm, and make no mistake about this. | |
| All the king' s horses and all the king' s men | |
| Have been sent to put this boy back together again. | |
| But somehow, | |
| He must have been predicting the fall. | |
| CAGED RATS, EXPERIMENTS! | |
| A BRAIN WITH NO OXYGEN! | |
| RELEASE ALL THE HOSTAGES! | |
| You' ve got to wash your hands of this. | |
| CAGED RATS, EXPERIMENTS! | |
| A BRAIN WITH NO OXYGEN! | |
| RELEASE ALL THE HOSTAGES! | |
| You' ve got to wash your hands of this. | |
| This... | |
| This... | |
| The verdict of the jury hung | |
| On the weight of what has become. | |
| A STARRY NIGHT, A VENGEFUL WISH, " IT DOESN' T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!" | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! |
| zuò qǔ : Finch | |
| Behind a mask, | |
| A man can bask | |
| Only for so long | |
| Before being exposed to the sun | |
| The moon is up, a whisper of, | |
| "' Till death do you wrong." | |
| Patients bother a patient doctor. | |
| Plastics itch, and bandages. | |
| The aftermath won' t add up to this. | |
| The fever breaks, | |
| And it would take a masochist | |
| TO LIVE LIKE THIS. | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Chasing demons dressed like me. | |
| Their eyes are not like mine. | |
| Ignorance is divine. | |
| Instincts are reduced to teeth | |
| That bite the hand that feeds. | |
| Fear thy father, love thy martyr. | |
| The verdict of the jury hung | |
| On the weight of what has become. | |
| A starry night, a vengeful wish, " IT DOESN' T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!" | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Buried my wife today. | |
| Restitution for my sanity. | |
| Sound the alarm, and make no mistake about this. | |
| All the king' s horses and all the king' s men | |
| Have been sent to put this boy back together again. | |
| But somehow, | |
| He must have been predicting the fall. | |
| CAGED RATS, EXPERIMENTS! | |
| A BRAIN WITH NO OXYGEN! | |
| RELEASE ALL THE HOSTAGES! | |
| You' ve got to wash your hands of this. | |
| CAGED RATS, EXPERIMENTS! | |
| A BRAIN WITH NO OXYGEN! | |
| RELEASE ALL THE HOSTAGES! | |
| You' ve got to wash your hands of this. | |
| This... | |
| This... | |
| The verdict of the jury hung | |
| On the weight of what has become. | |
| A STARRY NIGHT, A VENGEFUL WISH, " IT DOESN' T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!" | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! | |
| MURDER! |
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