Song | The Vacant Lot |
Artist | Tad Morose |
Album | A Mended Rhyme |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tad Morose, Urban Breed | |
Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched | |
All things untold | |
Stone upon stone | |
So foul, so cold | |
A shadow of old | |
Into the night | |
Driven by what none can see | |
Scarcely bound but hardly free | |
A shadow of old | |
A story untold | |
A gathering rot | |
The vacant lot | |
A stray dog send shivers down your spine | |
The remnant wall stand ever the same | |
Hair of the dog won't help you at all | |
The street's all deserted | |
We'll swallow you whole | |
Our minds intermingle a raven so black | |
A spiralling stairway keep calling you back | |
Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
Downwards in circles the deadliest trip | |
We mould you impassive all tainted and sore | |
Abiding our master keep calling you | |
Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
Downwards in circles the deadliest trip |
zuo ci : Tad Morose, Urban Breed | |
Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched | |
All things untold | |
Stone upon stone | |
So foul, so cold | |
A shadow of old | |
Into the night | |
Driven by what none can see | |
Scarcely bound but hardly free | |
A shadow of old | |
A story untold | |
A gathering rot | |
The vacant lot | |
A stray dog send shivers down your spine | |
The remnant wall stand ever the same | |
Hair of the dog won' t help you at all | |
The street' s all deserted | |
We' ll swallow you whole | |
Our minds intermingle a raven so black | |
A spiralling stairway keep calling you back | |
Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
Downwards in circles the deadliest trip | |
We mould you impassive all tainted and sore | |
Abiding our master keep calling you | |
Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
Downwards in circles the deadliest trip |
zuò cí : Tad Morose, Urban Breed | |
Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched | |
All things untold | |
Stone upon stone | |
So foul, so cold | |
A shadow of old | |
Into the night | |
Driven by what none can see | |
Scarcely bound but hardly free | |
A shadow of old | |
A story untold | |
A gathering rot | |
The vacant lot | |
A stray dog send shivers down your spine | |
The remnant wall stand ever the same | |
Hair of the dog won' t help you at all | |
The street' s all deserted | |
We' ll swallow you whole | |
Our minds intermingle a raven so black | |
A spiralling stairway keep calling you back | |
Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
Downwards in circles the deadliest trip | |
We mould you impassive all tainted and sore | |
Abiding our master keep calling you | |
Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip | |
Downwards in circles the deadliest trip |