Song | True Hate |
Artist | Heavens |
Album | Patent Pending |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Heavens | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
I might be mistaken | |
We came down with a sickening flight | |
Forever forsaken | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of blood-red tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
Something so rotten | |
We gave up fighting a good fight | |
Forever forgotten | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of blood-red tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, No hate | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, no hate | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
I might be mistaken | |
We came down with a sickening flight | |
Forever forsaken | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of blood-red tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, No hate | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, no hate |
zuo qu : Heavens | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
I might be mistaken | |
We came down with a sickening flight | |
Forever forsaken | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of bloodred tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
Something so rotten | |
We gave up fighting a good fight | |
Forever forgotten | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of bloodred tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, No hate | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, no hate | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
I might be mistaken | |
We came down with a sickening flight | |
Forever forsaken | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of bloodred tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, No hate | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, no hate |
zuò qǔ : Heavens | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
I might be mistaken | |
We came down with a sickening flight | |
Forever forsaken | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of bloodred tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
Something so rotten | |
We gave up fighting a good fight | |
Forever forgotten | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of bloodred tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, No hate | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, no hate | |
We came down with a crushing might | |
I might be mistaken | |
We came down with a sickening flight | |
Forever forsaken | |
We got all bent right out of shape | |
Hopelessly dreadful | |
Cut through miles of bloodred tape | |
Confessed a gaping mouthful | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, No hate | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
Too much, too late | |
No love, no hate |