Taste Of Tendon Lyrics
| Song | Taste Of Tendon |
| Artist | Monks of Doom |
| Album | The Cosmodemonic Telegraph Company |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| I was cross-eyed, stoned and painless my pulse was up my eyes were red my visions, situations, feelings hung on my lips and burned me up and 18 hours spent asleep could not help me from thinking that i had somehow managed to fool myself i had missed the point while puttin' 'em back | |
| I can't help from thinking as my heart keeps beating of what i'd love to do to strip the flesh that hides these bones bare my soul without a sound burn my brain, lay waste to fear though i won't live that many years and i can't shed that many tears | |
| Claustrophobic, paranoid laughing at my routine cares the charade of my brilliant life had drawn a crowd these last few years as i entertain my audience, the stage was torn by all i knew who took me to the moon above wrapped my soul in linen cloth | |
| I can't help from thinking as my heart keeps beating if i was jesus christ and all the things i'd love to know why i feel the way i do, and what it means to be alive and make yourself a sacrifice to never have to live a lie | |
| You take yourself so seriously you're dressed in black but your soul is green you've got an understanding of the world that's only based on what you've seen and if you'd just admit to yourself that it's not such an awful place the grim facade that hides your mind may yet reveal a smiling face | |
| I can't help from thinking as my heart keeps beating of what i'd love to do locked away just me and you if you can only see me through and see what we could make it to forget the things that need no proof and see the world with eyes of fools |
| zuo ci : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| I was crosseyed, stoned and painless my pulse was up my eyes were red my visions, situations, feelings hung on my lips and burned me up and 18 hours spent asleep could not help me from thinking that i had somehow managed to fool myself i had missed the point while puttin' ' em back | |
| I can' t help from thinking as my heart keeps beating of what i' d love to do to strip the flesh that hides these bones bare my soul without a sound burn my brain, lay waste to fear though i won' t live that many years and i can' t shed that many tears | |
| Claustrophobic, paranoid laughing at my routine cares the charade of my brilliant life had drawn a crowd these last few years as i entertain my audience, the stage was torn by all i knew who took me to the moon above wrapped my soul in linen cloth | |
| I can' t help from thinking as my heart keeps beating if i was jesus christ and all the things i' d love to know why i feel the way i do, and what it means to be alive and make yourself a sacrifice to never have to live a lie | |
| You take yourself so seriously you' re dressed in black but your soul is green you' ve got an understanding of the world that' s only based on what you' ve seen and if you' d just admit to yourself that it' s not such an awful place the grim facade that hides your mind may yet reveal a smiling face | |
| I can' t help from thinking as my heart keeps beating of what i' d love to do locked away just me and you if you can only see me through and see what we could make it to forget the things that need no proof and see the world with eyes of fools |
| zuò cí : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
| I was crosseyed, stoned and painless my pulse was up my eyes were red my visions, situations, feelings hung on my lips and burned me up and 18 hours spent asleep could not help me from thinking that i had somehow managed to fool myself i had missed the point while puttin' ' em back | |
| I can' t help from thinking as my heart keeps beating of what i' d love to do to strip the flesh that hides these bones bare my soul without a sound burn my brain, lay waste to fear though i won' t live that many years and i can' t shed that many tears | |
| Claustrophobic, paranoid laughing at my routine cares the charade of my brilliant life had drawn a crowd these last few years as i entertain my audience, the stage was torn by all i knew who took me to the moon above wrapped my soul in linen cloth | |
| I can' t help from thinking as my heart keeps beating if i was jesus christ and all the things i' d love to know why i feel the way i do, and what it means to be alive and make yourself a sacrifice to never have to live a lie | |
| You take yourself so seriously you' re dressed in black but your soul is green you' ve got an understanding of the world that' s only based on what you' ve seen and if you' d just admit to yourself that it' s not such an awful place the grim facade that hides your mind may yet reveal a smiling face | |
| I can' t help from thinking as my heart keeps beating of what i' d love to do locked away just me and you if you can only see me through and see what we could make it to forget the things that need no proof and see the world with eyes of fools |
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