Song | Your Soul's Funeral |
Artist | Santa Hates You |
Album | Crucifix Powerbomb |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jinxy, Santa Hates You | |
Are you sure you're really breathing? | |
'Cause you're looking dead to me | |
There's no blood and no heart-beating | |
Just a robot paying a fee | |
You say the world has just one color | |
That's the way you've always been | |
You got nothing left to honor | |
You're just a dot - longing to be seen | |
I will not go to the funeral of your soul | |
I'll send some flowers and maybe a song | |
I'll pretend not see you crawl | |
But it'll be only to prove you wrong | |
You claim you saw a thousand things | |
What about life? Could you even catch a glimpse? | |
You were too busy turning into a creep | |
All that's left to do now is to bury your soul deep |
zuo qu : Jinxy, Santa Hates You | |
Are you sure you' re really breathing? | |
' Cause you' re looking dead to me | |
There' s no blood and no heartbeating | |
Just a robot paying a fee | |
You say the world has just one color | |
That' s the way you' ve always been | |
You got nothing left to honor | |
You' re just a dot longing to be seen | |
I will not go to the funeral of your soul | |
I' ll send some flowers and maybe a song | |
I' ll pretend not see you crawl | |
But it' ll be only to prove you wrong | |
You claim you saw a thousand things | |
What about life? Could you even catch a glimpse? | |
You were too busy turning into a creep | |
All that' s left to do now is to bury your soul deep |
zuò qǔ : Jinxy, Santa Hates You | |
Are you sure you' re really breathing? | |
' Cause you' re looking dead to me | |
There' s no blood and no heartbeating | |
Just a robot paying a fee | |
You say the world has just one color | |
That' s the way you' ve always been | |
You got nothing left to honor | |
You' re just a dot longing to be seen | |
I will not go to the funeral of your soul | |
I' ll send some flowers and maybe a song | |
I' ll pretend not see you crawl | |
But it' ll be only to prove you wrong | |
You claim you saw a thousand things | |
What about life? Could you even catch a glimpse? | |
You were too busy turning into a creep | |
All that' s left to do now is to bury your soul deep |