Song | At Your Soul |
Artist | The Grapes of Wrath |
Album | Treehouse |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hooper, Hooper, Kane | |
What kind of rules | |
get twisted like a vine | |
the chards of truth | |
that shattered in your mind | |
The fear that burns deep inside like fires in hell | |
makes a man cheat his heart so it won't break | |
the ball and chain grow in veins that poisons the soul | |
later on in the cold won't feel the fear that burns | |
Eyes full of doubt | |
and questioned sentiment | |
a ring around | |
can never trust again | |
The fear that burns deep inside like fires in hell | |
makes a man cheat his heart so it won't break | |
the ball and chain grow in veins that poisons the soul | |
later on in the cold won't feel the fear that burns | |
at your soul |
zuo ci : Hooper, Hooper, Kane | |
What kind of rules | |
get twisted like a vine | |
the chards of truth | |
that shattered in your mind | |
The fear that burns deep inside like fires in hell | |
makes a man cheat his heart so it won' t break | |
the ball and chain grow in veins that poisons the soul | |
later on in the cold won' t feel the fear that burns | |
Eyes full of doubt | |
and questioned sentiment | |
a ring around | |
can never trust again | |
The fear that burns deep inside like fires in hell | |
makes a man cheat his heart so it won' t break | |
the ball and chain grow in veins that poisons the soul | |
later on in the cold won' t feel the fear that burns | |
at your soul |
zuò cí : Hooper, Hooper, Kane | |
What kind of rules | |
get twisted like a vine | |
the chards of truth | |
that shattered in your mind | |
The fear that burns deep inside like fires in hell | |
makes a man cheat his heart so it won' t break | |
the ball and chain grow in veins that poisons the soul | |
later on in the cold won' t feel the fear that burns | |
Eyes full of doubt | |
and questioned sentiment | |
a ring around | |
can never trust again | |
The fear that burns deep inside like fires in hell | |
makes a man cheat his heart so it won' t break | |
the ball and chain grow in veins that poisons the soul | |
later on in the cold won' t feel the fear that burns | |
at your soul |