Song | Twisted Lines |
Artist | Hocico |
Album | Signos de Aberracion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hocico | |
Paint again without colors | |
Drawing lines is not enough | |
All your acts aren't drawings | |
You can't hide them anymore | |
You can laugh, but you can't feign | |
That this line doesn't matter | |
You can try, but you can't get | |
What hands need to create | |
Drawings vanish, time says | |
You're about to paint your fate | |
Now watch your step or you could stumble | |
Stumble on your ****ing dirt | |
You can see, but you can't face | |
What your fear's about to taste | |
You can try, but can't learn | |
That scorn's what you deserve | |
Whoever you are | |
Whatever you want from me | |
Whatever you say | |
**** off and walk | |
Draw yourself you'll see nothing | |
You're just ink in a wrong place | |
The wrong words, the wrong faces | |
Twisted lines is all what you paint | |
You can see, but you can't face | |
What your fear's about to taste | |
You can try, but you can't learn | |
That scorn's what you deserve |
zuo qu : Hocico | |
Paint again without colors | |
Drawing lines is not enough | |
All your acts aren' t drawings | |
You can' t hide them anymore | |
You can laugh, but you can' t feign | |
That this line doesn' t matter | |
You can try, but you can' t get | |
What hands need to create | |
Drawings vanish, time says | |
You' re about to paint your fate | |
Now watch your step or you could stumble | |
Stumble on your ing dirt | |
You can see, but you can' t face | |
What your fear' s about to taste | |
You can try, but can' t learn | |
That scorn' s what you deserve | |
Whoever you are | |
Whatever you want from me | |
Whatever you say | |
off and walk | |
Draw yourself you' ll see nothing | |
You' re just ink in a wrong place | |
The wrong words, the wrong faces | |
Twisted lines is all what you paint | |
You can see, but you can' t face | |
What your fear' s about to taste | |
You can try, but you can' t learn | |
That scorn' s what you deserve |
zuò qǔ : Hocico | |
Paint again without colors | |
Drawing lines is not enough | |
All your acts aren' t drawings | |
You can' t hide them anymore | |
You can laugh, but you can' t feign | |
That this line doesn' t matter | |
You can try, but you can' t get | |
What hands need to create | |
Drawings vanish, time says | |
You' re about to paint your fate | |
Now watch your step or you could stumble | |
Stumble on your ing dirt | |
You can see, but you can' t face | |
What your fear' s about to taste | |
You can try, but can' t learn | |
That scorn' s what you deserve | |
Whoever you are | |
Whatever you want from me | |
Whatever you say | |
off and walk | |
Draw yourself you' ll see nothing | |
You' re just ink in a wrong place | |
The wrong words, the wrong faces | |
Twisted lines is all what you paint | |
You can see, but you can' t face | |
What your fear' s about to taste | |
You can try, but you can' t learn | |
That scorn' s what you deserve |