Song | Flight Of The Pathogen |
Artist | Twelve Tribes |
Album | The Rebirth Of Tragedy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
I walk Inside a facelift | |
Made of conflict | |
The contents defeat the purpose | |
Because I live outside | |
A makeshift heart | |
It was always red plastic and cold | |
You've got to know your place in this... | |
I stick to the basic: intellect, substance, ambiance | |
With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast | |
I'm consciously falling out of love with myself | |
And the world with myself and my soul | |
I'm living for just one moment to die alone | |
You've got to know your place in this world | |
Your life won't disappear when your eyes are closed | |
Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall | |
I sleep as if | |
I was innocent | |
Not knowing what the world is made of | |
With one eye open | |
I wouldn't dare to wake up | |
There are antenna in these veins | |
Trying to tell me something | |
Leave me under layers of dead skin | |
I'm invisible without them | |
I walk inside a facelift | |
Unknown outside of this shell | |
I'm not complete | |
I'm not complete |
zuo qu : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
I walk Inside a facelift | |
Made of conflict | |
The contents defeat the purpose | |
Because I live outside | |
A makeshift heart | |
It was always red plastic and cold | |
You' ve got to know your place in this... | |
I stick to the basic: intellect, substance, ambiance | |
With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast | |
I' m consciously falling out of love with myself | |
And the world with myself and my soul | |
I' m living for just one moment to die alone | |
You' ve got to know your place in this world | |
Your life won' t disappear when your eyes are closed | |
Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall | |
I sleep as if | |
I was innocent | |
Not knowing what the world is made of | |
With one eye open | |
I wouldn' t dare to wake up | |
There are antenna in these veins | |
Trying to tell me something | |
Leave me under layers of dead skin | |
I' m invisible without them | |
I walk inside a facelift | |
Unknown outside of this shell | |
I' m not complete | |
I' m not complete |
zuò qǔ : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
I walk Inside a facelift | |
Made of conflict | |
The contents defeat the purpose | |
Because I live outside | |
A makeshift heart | |
It was always red plastic and cold | |
You' ve got to know your place in this... | |
I stick to the basic: intellect, substance, ambiance | |
With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast | |
I' m consciously falling out of love with myself | |
And the world with myself and my soul | |
I' m living for just one moment to die alone | |
You' ve got to know your place in this world | |
Your life won' t disappear when your eyes are closed | |
Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall | |
I sleep as if | |
I was innocent | |
Not knowing what the world is made of | |
With one eye open | |
I wouldn' t dare to wake up | |
There are antenna in these veins | |
Trying to tell me something | |
Leave me under layers of dead skin | |
I' m invisible without them | |
I walk inside a facelift | |
Unknown outside of this shell | |
I' m not complete | |
I' m not complete |