Song | Killing Game |
Artist | Skinny Puppy |
Album | The Singles Collect |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Skinny Puppy | |
Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control | |
Lost memories staircase twists | |
Darker rooms lit with left out toys | |
After playing mean changes toys into tools | |
Twisted playthings on the staircase fools | |
Fools weapons represents the killing game | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door | |
Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go | |
Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds | |
Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary | |
Padded walls not quiet storm's fury burnt out killing time | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Time's taught the killing game herself | |
No I taught the killing game first | |
Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide | |
No one view window | |
Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed | |
I taught the killing game first | |
I taught the killing game first | |
Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time | |
Beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden | |
Strange no stronger feeling | |
Tempting motion slows to a crawl | |
Places his own foot firmly in its own trap | |
Let go the springs snap shut | |
Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death | |
I taught the killing game | |
I taught the killing game first | |
I taught I taught | |
I taught the game first, first, first |
zuo qu : Skinny Puppy | |
Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control | |
Lost memories staircase twists | |
Darker rooms lit with left out toys | |
After playing mean changes toys into tools | |
Twisted playthings on the staircase fools | |
Fools weapons represents the killing game | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door | |
Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go | |
Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds | |
Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary | |
Padded walls not quiet storm' s fury burnt out killing time | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Time' s taught the killing game herself | |
No I taught the killing game first | |
Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide | |
No one view window | |
Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed | |
I taught the killing game first | |
I taught the killing game first | |
Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time | |
Beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden | |
Strange no stronger feeling | |
Tempting motion slows to a crawl | |
Places his own foot firmly in its own trap | |
Let go the springs snap shut | |
Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death | |
I taught the killing game | |
I taught the killing game first | |
I taught I taught | |
I taught the game first, first, first |
zuò qǔ : Skinny Puppy | |
Fallen angel head crashes dead out of control | |
Lost memories staircase twists | |
Darker rooms lit with left out toys | |
After playing mean changes toys into tools | |
Twisted playthings on the staircase fools | |
Fools weapons represents the killing game | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tap tap temple door | |
Locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go | |
Quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds | |
Blinds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary | |
Padded walls not quiet storm' s fury burnt out killing time | |
Who taught the killing game | |
Time' s taught the killing game herself | |
No I taught the killing game first | |
Passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide | |
No one view window | |
Pushing faces through shards cold glass poke bloody holes exposed | |
I taught the killing game first | |
I taught the killing game first | |
Tongue lash spewing red tortured animals wake up time | |
Beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden | |
Strange no stronger feeling | |
Tempting motion slows to a crawl | |
Places his own foot firmly in its own trap | |
Let go the springs snap shut | |
Crazy sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death | |
I taught the killing game | |
I taught the killing game first | |
I taught I taught | |
I taught the game first, first, first |