Song | Lord of the Incubus |
Artist | Fruupp |
Album | Future Legends |
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作曲 : McCuster | |
Hey mister won't you tell me, | |
What is it that you see. | |
Is there something over there, | |
We're all too blind to see. | |
I hope it's not old Juggernaut, | |
who's come to feel his way. | |
From things I've read, | |
perhaps you've heard, | |
he's death wrapped up in grey. | |
It seems unwise to dexologise, | |
when you don't know what's for sure. | |
Be my friend and tell me please, | |
is it death or is it more? | |
He looks a lot like a phoenix flop, | |
but he seems a friend to you. | |
We don't know what's happening here, | |
please tell us what to do? | |
Come all aboard this crumbling ship, | |
If you want to take my trips. | |
For those of you who crawl in doubt, | |
Least you scream within without. | |
Conceal that artificial fuss. | |
Do not neglect his eyes have sussed. | |
For he's the Lord of the Incubus, | |
And in his mind his dreams bring lust. |
zuo qu : McCuster | |
Hey mister won' t you tell me, | |
What is it that you see. | |
Is there something over there, | |
We' re all too blind to see. | |
I hope it' s not old Juggernaut, | |
who' s come to feel his way. | |
From things I' ve read, | |
perhaps you' ve heard, | |
he' s death wrapped up in grey. | |
It seems unwise to dexologise, | |
when you don' t know what' s for sure. | |
Be my friend and tell me please, | |
is it death or is it more? | |
He looks a lot like a phoenix flop, | |
but he seems a friend to you. | |
We don' t know what' s happening here, | |
please tell us what to do? | |
Come all aboard this crumbling ship, | |
If you want to take my trips. | |
For those of you who crawl in doubt, | |
Least you scream within without. | |
Conceal that artificial fuss. | |
Do not neglect his eyes have sussed. | |
For he' s the Lord of the Incubus, | |
And in his mind his dreams bring lust. |
zuò qǔ : McCuster | |
Hey mister won' t you tell me, | |
What is it that you see. | |
Is there something over there, | |
We' re all too blind to see. | |
I hope it' s not old Juggernaut, | |
who' s come to feel his way. | |
From things I' ve read, | |
perhaps you' ve heard, | |
he' s death wrapped up in grey. | |
It seems unwise to dexologise, | |
when you don' t know what' s for sure. | |
Be my friend and tell me please, | |
is it death or is it more? | |
He looks a lot like a phoenix flop, | |
but he seems a friend to you. | |
We don' t know what' s happening here, | |
please tell us what to do? | |
Come all aboard this crumbling ship, | |
If you want to take my trips. | |
For those of you who crawl in doubt, | |
Least you scream within without. | |
Conceal that artificial fuss. | |
Do not neglect his eyes have sussed. | |
For he' s the Lord of the Incubus, | |
And in his mind his dreams bring lust. |