Song | Prefix Free |
Artist | Parts & Labor |
Album | Receivers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Parts & Labor | |
Beware behold the bliss of the believer | |
Assured insured and righteous to the bone | |
The rapt indentured servant and retriever | |
So blessed invests in hope I've never known | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
I can't abide the lies we tell our children | |
A pale disguise mortality disowned | |
I'll step aside pretend to be a villain | |
My deaf ear cries a king without a throne | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
Nameless prefix free logic luxury | |
So the truth is what cannot be known | |
But they'd rather be embraced by certainty | |
Easier to tell but not be shown | |
And the guilt's the thing like an insect sting | |
Keeps me scratching shivering on the floor | |
I still hear them sing like an alarm clock's ring | |
I can't seem to fall asleep no more | |
Who'd want to | |
Unfazed unwise abandon all tradition | |
Fear not those arrows shattering in their bows | |
Must I despise the smallest congregation | |
Awake ablaze I won't be alone |
zuo qu : Parts Labor | |
Beware behold the bliss of the believer | |
Assured insured and righteous to the bone | |
The rapt indentured servant and retriever | |
So blessed invests in hope I' ve never known | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
I can' t abide the lies we tell our children | |
A pale disguise mortality disowned | |
I' ll step aside pretend to be a villain | |
My deaf ear cries a king without a throne | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
Nameless prefix free logic luxury | |
So the truth is what cannot be known | |
But they' d rather be embraced by certainty | |
Easier to tell but not be shown | |
And the guilt' s the thing like an insect sting | |
Keeps me scratching shivering on the floor | |
I still hear them sing like an alarm clock' s ring | |
I can' t seem to fall asleep no more | |
Who' d want to | |
Unfazed unwise abandon all tradition | |
Fear not those arrows shattering in their bows | |
Must I despise the smallest congregation | |
Awake ablaze I won' t be alone |
zuò qǔ : Parts Labor | |
Beware behold the bliss of the believer | |
Assured insured and righteous to the bone | |
The rapt indentured servant and retriever | |
So blessed invests in hope I' ve never known | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
I can' t abide the lies we tell our children | |
A pale disguise mortality disowned | |
I' ll step aside pretend to be a villain | |
My deaf ear cries a king without a throne | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
So happy now | |
At peace somehow | |
Nameless prefix free logic luxury | |
So the truth is what cannot be known | |
But they' d rather be embraced by certainty | |
Easier to tell but not be shown | |
And the guilt' s the thing like an insect sting | |
Keeps me scratching shivering on the floor | |
I still hear them sing like an alarm clock' s ring | |
I can' t seem to fall asleep no more | |
Who' d want to | |
Unfazed unwise abandon all tradition | |
Fear not those arrows shattering in their bows | |
Must I despise the smallest congregation | |
Awake ablaze I won' t be alone |