Song | This Ghost |
Artist | It Dies Today |
Album | Lividity |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : It Dies Today, Wood | |
Crossing my mind a thousand times | |
The cost and personal sacrifice | |
Hateful words in notes and melodies | |
This excuse, undeniable truth | |
Reaching ears faster than you can move | |
(This ghost shall burn my own shelter?) | |
The last place I expect to cover my eyes from fevered discontent | |
(If they could change) | |
Change, would we admit? | |
These empty promises they give | |
Never telling us to live | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
Plaguing my mind a million times | |
The loss and personal sacrifice | |
Spiteful words in chords and melodies | |
This abuse holds true | |
Still nothing can escape through the worst of it all | |
Or just regret | |
(If they could change) | |
Change, would we admit? | |
These empty promises they give | |
Never telling us to live | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
This pride we hold so closely | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
Instilled until the day we die | |
Our will cannot be broken |
zuo qu : It Dies Today, Wood | |
Crossing my mind a thousand times | |
The cost and personal sacrifice | |
Hateful words in notes and melodies | |
This excuse, undeniable truth | |
Reaching ears faster than you can move | |
This ghost shall burn my own shelter? | |
The last place I expect to cover my eyes from fevered discontent | |
If they could change | |
Change, would we admit? | |
These empty promises they give | |
Never telling us to live | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
Plaguing my mind a million times | |
The loss and personal sacrifice | |
Spiteful words in chords and melodies | |
This abuse holds true | |
Still nothing can escape through the worst of it all | |
Or just regret | |
If they could change | |
Change, would we admit? | |
These empty promises they give | |
Never telling us to live | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
This pride we hold so closely | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
Instilled until the day we die | |
Our will cannot be broken |
zuò qǔ : It Dies Today, Wood | |
Crossing my mind a thousand times | |
The cost and personal sacrifice | |
Hateful words in notes and melodies | |
This excuse, undeniable truth | |
Reaching ears faster than you can move | |
This ghost shall burn my own shelter? | |
The last place I expect to cover my eyes from fevered discontent | |
If they could change | |
Change, would we admit? | |
These empty promises they give | |
Never telling us to live | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
Plaguing my mind a million times | |
The loss and personal sacrifice | |
Spiteful words in chords and melodies | |
This abuse holds true | |
Still nothing can escape through the worst of it all | |
Or just regret | |
If they could change | |
Change, would we admit? | |
These empty promises they give | |
Never telling us to live | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
This pride we hold so closely | |
Our will cannot be broken | |
Instilled until the day we die | |
Our will cannot be broken |