Song | Pretty Hate |
Artist | Vision of Disorder |
Album | From Bliss To Devestation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vision Of Disorder | |
I'll chew you up and spit you out. | |
I'll build you up and break you down. | |
My love... | |
And out it came, out came the shot. | |
I'll chew you up and spit ou out. | |
I'll build you up and break you down. | |
My love... | |
Chorus: You're so pretty... | |
Hate... I think | |
I got my mind made up. | |
I think I got it right. | |
But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
The flowers that died. | |
They died. | |
All is said, all is done, all is gone. | |
Most terrible thing, | |
That i've ever seen | |
Brown eyed girl, lost in a brown dream. | |
Chorus: You're so pretty... | |
Hate... I think | |
I got my mind made up. | |
I think I got it right. | |
But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
The flowers that died. | |
They died. | |
I'll chew you up and spit you out. | |
I'll build you up and break you down... | |
You're so pretty... | |
Hate... |
zuo ci : Vision Of Disorder | |
I' ll chew you up and spit you out. | |
I' ll build you up and break you down. | |
My love... | |
And out it came, out came the shot. | |
I' ll chew you up and spit ou out. | |
I' ll build you up and break you down. | |
My love... | |
Chorus: You' re so pretty... | |
Hate... I think | |
I got my mind made up. | |
I think I got it right. | |
But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
The flowers that died. | |
They died. | |
All is said, all is done, all is gone. | |
Most terrible thing, | |
That i' ve ever seen | |
Brown eyed girl, lost in a brown dream. | |
Chorus: You' re so pretty... | |
Hate... I think | |
I got my mind made up. | |
I think I got it right. | |
But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
The flowers that died. | |
They died. | |
I' ll chew you up and spit you out. | |
I' ll build you up and break you down... | |
You' re so pretty... | |
Hate... |
zuò cí : Vision Of Disorder | |
I' ll chew you up and spit you out. | |
I' ll build you up and break you down. | |
My love... | |
And out it came, out came the shot. | |
I' ll chew you up and spit ou out. | |
I' ll build you up and break you down. | |
My love... | |
Chorus: You' re so pretty... | |
Hate... I think | |
I got my mind made up. | |
I think I got it right. | |
But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
The flowers that died. | |
They died. | |
All is said, all is done, all is gone. | |
Most terrible thing, | |
That i' ve ever seen | |
Brown eyed girl, lost in a brown dream. | |
Chorus: You' re so pretty... | |
Hate... I think | |
I got my mind made up. | |
I think I got it right. | |
But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
The flowers that died. | |
They died. | |
I' ll chew you up and spit you out. | |
I' ll build you up and break you down... | |
You' re so pretty... | |
Hate... |