| 作词 : Jakobson | |
| A new day | |
| His sinister urge is awakening | |
| She's waiting | |
| She knows she can't escape, she can't escape the daily pain | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Bleeding tears by his lies | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| But words hurt the most | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones | |
| Living the life he chose | |
| At night time | |
| His drunken fist lands in her face | |
| She's waiting | |
| She knows she must endure, she must endure his boiling hate | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Blinded by the sharpest knife | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| Well, actually they did | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones | |
| Her life is lost, it faded | |
| Some day she will avenge | |
| He'll suffer her revenge | |
| Sheer domestic violence | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Bleeding tears by his lies | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| But words hurt the most | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones | |
| Living the life he chose |
| zuo ci : Jakobson | |
| A new day | |
| His sinister urge is awakening | |
| She' s waiting | |
| She knows she can' t escape, she can' t escape the daily pain | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Bleeding tears by his lies | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| But words hurt the most | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She' s used, she' s drained, she' s a bag of bones | |
| Living the life he chose | |
| At night time | |
| His drunken fist lands in her face | |
| She' s waiting | |
| She knows she must endure, she must endure his boiling hate | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Blinded by the sharpest knife | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| Well, actually they did | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She' s used, she' s drained, she' s a bag of bones | |
| Her life is lost, it faded | |
| Some day she will avenge | |
| He' ll suffer her revenge | |
| Sheer domestic violence | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Bleeding tears by his lies | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| But words hurt the most | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She' s used, she' s drained, she' s a bag of bones | |
| Living the life he chose |
| zuò cí : Jakobson | |
| A new day | |
| His sinister urge is awakening | |
| She' s waiting | |
| She knows she can' t escape, she can' t escape the daily pain | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Bleeding tears by his lies | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| But words hurt the most | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She' s used, she' s drained, she' s a bag of bones | |
| Living the life he chose | |
| At night time | |
| His drunken fist lands in her face | |
| She' s waiting | |
| She knows she must endure, she must endure his boiling hate | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Blinded by the sharpest knife | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| Well, actually they did | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She' s used, she' s drained, she' s a bag of bones | |
| Her life is lost, it faded | |
| Some day she will avenge | |
| He' ll suffer her revenge | |
| Sheer domestic violence | |
| Count the scars in her eyes | |
| Bleeding tears by his lies | |
| They say that sticks and stones may break her bones | |
| But words hurt the most | |
| Count the scars in her heart | |
| Her blood is used in his art | |
| She' s used, she' s drained, she' s a bag of bones | |
| Living the life he chose |
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