Song | Frame By Frame |
Artist | The Honorary Title |
Album | The Honorary Title |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gorbel, Honorary Title | |
Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate months against me. | |
The sheets are stained with evidence that our remains are now, drifting away. | |
I share with complete strangers my most personal of pleasures. | |
I scribble tidbits of useless mind info- trash, treasure. | |
Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers. | |
Shifting through in the frame by frame | |
I walk the same path | |
I'll say the same lines | |
I do this every time | |
Do this every time | |
Dodging armpit stench aromatic | |
Wrapped up in my own self-induced stress panic | |
I think I am the only one in this shifting through | |
They'll collaborate in months against me. |
zuo qu : Gorbel, Honorary Title | |
Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate months against me. | |
The sheets are stained with evidence that our remains are now, drifting away. | |
I share with complete strangers my most personal of pleasures. | |
I scribble tidbits of useless mind info trash, treasure. | |
Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers. | |
Shifting through in the frame by frame | |
I walk the same path | |
I' ll say the same lines | |
I do this every time | |
Do this every time | |
Dodging armpit stench aromatic | |
Wrapped up in my own selfinduced stress panic | |
I think I am the only one in this shifting through | |
They' ll collaborate in months against me. |
zuò qǔ : Gorbel, Honorary Title | |
Days bunch up in weeks, collaborate months against me. | |
The sheets are stained with evidence that our remains are now, drifting away. | |
I share with complete strangers my most personal of pleasures. | |
I scribble tidbits of useless mind info trash, treasure. | |
Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers. | |
Shifting through in the frame by frame | |
I walk the same path | |
I' ll say the same lines | |
I do this every time | |
Do this every time | |
Dodging armpit stench aromatic | |
Wrapped up in my own selfinduced stress panic | |
I think I am the only one in this shifting through | |
They' ll collaborate in months against me. |