Song | Doomsday Stomp |
Artist | Project 86 |
Album | And The Rest Will Follow |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Project Eighty Six | |
Hint number one is | |
Five letters inscribed over | |
The lips of eyeless woman | |
Asking me for needles and a thread | |
To sew her head together again | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
She reaches forward | |
And grabs a hold of my sleeve | |
Her antennae wrap around me | |
Her lungs infect me as she breathes | |
The roadkill scent of violent city | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
This town made its guesses | |
But can't spell her own name | |
Well, a five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
She can't spell her own name | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave |
zuo ci : Project Eighty Six | |
Hint number one is | |
Five letters inscribed over | |
The lips of eyeless woman | |
Asking me for needles and a thread | |
To sew her head together again | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
She reaches forward | |
And grabs a hold of my sleeve | |
Her antennae wrap around me | |
Her lungs infect me as she breathes | |
The roadkill scent of violent city | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
This town made its guesses | |
But can' t spell her own name | |
Well, a five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
She can' t spell her own name | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave |
zuò cí : Project Eighty Six | |
Hint number one is | |
Five letters inscribed over | |
The lips of eyeless woman | |
Asking me for needles and a thread | |
To sew her head together again | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
She reaches forward | |
And grabs a hold of my sleeve | |
Her antennae wrap around me | |
Her lungs infect me as she breathes | |
The roadkill scent of violent city | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
This town made its guesses | |
But can' t spell her own name | |
Well, a five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
She can' t spell her own name | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
Oh, swollen anthill sore | |
Oh, insects desperate cries | |
Oh, they inflected for | |
Doomsday stomp from the skies | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave | |
A five letter word for the oncoming plague | |
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave |