Every Blade Lyrics
| Song | Every Blade |
| Artist | Chamber |
| Album | Ripping / Pulling / Tearing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gabe Manuel/Jacob Lilly/Taylor Carpenter/Taylor Stephenson/Christian Smith | |
| 作曲 : Gabe Manuel/Jacob Lilly/Taylor Carpenter/Taylor Stephenson/Christian Smith | |
| You may now break me into pieces bend me as you wish. | |
| Terrified of leaving helpless in your grip. Ripping, pulling, tearing, scratching. It doesn't matter how it used to be. | |
| Pieces of bone dig their way out of your skin. Sickened by the confines of the cage they were held in. | |
| Clinging to the fragile concept of a heaven you will never see or touch. | |
| Every blade seems to barely miss your spine | |
| By the grace of God you'll never die | |
| Every prayer falls short of God's cynical ears | |
| I was relieved on the day that they put you in that cage. | |
| Chained up like an animal you rot away |
| zuo ci : Gabe Manuel Jacob Lilly Taylor Carpenter Taylor Stephenson Christian Smith | |
| zuo qu : Gabe Manuel Jacob Lilly Taylor Carpenter Taylor Stephenson Christian Smith | |
| You may now break me into pieces bend me as you wish. | |
| Terrified of leaving helpless in your grip. Ripping, pulling, tearing, scratching. It doesn' t matter how it used to be. | |
| Pieces of bone dig their way out of your skin. Sickened by the confines of the cage they were held in. | |
| Clinging to the fragile concept of a heaven you will never see or touch. | |
| Every blade seems to barely miss your spine | |
| By the grace of God you' ll never die | |
| Every prayer falls short of God' s cynical ears | |
| I was relieved on the day that they put you in that cage. | |
| Chained up like an animal you rot away |
| zuò cí : Gabe Manuel Jacob Lilly Taylor Carpenter Taylor Stephenson Christian Smith | |
| zuò qǔ : Gabe Manuel Jacob Lilly Taylor Carpenter Taylor Stephenson Christian Smith | |
| You may now break me into pieces bend me as you wish. | |
| Terrified of leaving helpless in your grip. Ripping, pulling, tearing, scratching. It doesn' t matter how it used to be. | |
| Pieces of bone dig their way out of your skin. Sickened by the confines of the cage they were held in. | |
| Clinging to the fragile concept of a heaven you will never see or touch. | |
| Every blade seems to barely miss your spine | |
| By the grace of God you' ll never die | |
| Every prayer falls short of God' s cynical ears | |
| I was relieved on the day that they put you in that cage. | |
| Chained up like an animal you rot away |
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