| Song | Death Rattle |
| Artist | The Prize Fighter Inferno |
| Album | Death Rattle / Crazy for You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Claudio Sánchez | |
| 作曲 : Claudio Sánchez | |
| It only matters when it matters most | |
| I fell asleep a child and woke adult | |
| Now I complain my body aches in pain | |
| I try so hard to listen | |
| But most you say I’m missing | |
| These ears don’t work the same | |
| Forgetful they say, but I just can’t place | |
| Where I left my brain | |
| Have I met my match? | |
| A stroke, a heart attack | |
| My fears are coming true | |
| Nothing I can do but | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can’t let go | |
| Won’t let go of me | |
| Oh, I feel so broken | |
| An old person cliche | |
| It keeps me questioning, | |
| “Did I lose out on something?” | |
| Was I happier this way? | |
| Alone I say, in my thinly numbered days | |
| It’s clear: I lost another year, so | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can’t let go | |
| Won’t let go of me | |
| So it goes | |
| From the gallows pole | |
| I’ll hang my broken heart | |
| Time will weigh | |
| The old against the new | |
| Oh, here comes closure | |
| With his entourage of regrets | |
| He extends out his hand | |
| A card in his fingers | |
| He winks, wishes his best | |
| And so it reads | |
| Oh, not everybody needs someone | |
| It’s okay to be alone son | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can’t let go | |
| Won’t let go of me | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can’t let go | |
| Won’t let go of me |
| zuo ci : Claudio S nchez | |
| zuo qu : Claudio S nchez | |
| It only matters when it matters most | |
| I fell asleep a child and woke adult | |
| Now I complain my body aches in pain | |
| I try so hard to listen | |
| But most you say I' m missing | |
| These ears don' t work the same | |
| Forgetful they say, but I just can' t place | |
| Where I left my brain | |
| Have I met my match? | |
| A stroke, a heart attack | |
| My fears are coming true | |
| Nothing I can do but | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can' t let go | |
| Won' t let go of me | |
| Oh, I feel so broken | |
| An old person cliche | |
| It keeps me questioning, | |
| " Did I lose out on something? " | |
| Was I happier this way? | |
| Alone I say, in my thinly numbered days | |
| It' s clear: I lost another year, so | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can' t let go | |
| Won' t let go of me | |
| So it goes | |
| From the gallows pole | |
| I' ll hang my broken heart | |
| Time will weigh | |
| The old against the new | |
| Oh, here comes closure | |
| With his entourage of regrets | |
| He extends out his hand | |
| A card in his fingers | |
| He winks, wishes his best | |
| And so it reads | |
| Oh, not everybody needs someone | |
| It' s okay to be alone son | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can' t let go | |
| Won' t let go of me | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can' t let go | |
| Won' t let go of me |
| zuò cí : Claudio S nchez | |
| zuò qǔ : Claudio S nchez | |
| It only matters when it matters most | |
| I fell asleep a child and woke adult | |
| Now I complain my body aches in pain | |
| I try so hard to listen | |
| But most you say I' m missing | |
| These ears don' t work the same | |
| Forgetful they say, but I just can' t place | |
| Where I left my brain | |
| Have I met my match? | |
| A stroke, a heart attack | |
| My fears are coming true | |
| Nothing I can do but | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can' t let go | |
| Won' t let go of me | |
| Oh, I feel so broken | |
| An old person cliche | |
| It keeps me questioning, | |
| " Did I lose out on something? " | |
| Was I happier this way? | |
| Alone I say, in my thinly numbered days | |
| It' s clear: I lost another year, so | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can' t let go | |
| Won' t let go of me | |
| So it goes | |
| From the gallows pole | |
| I' ll hang my broken heart | |
| Time will weigh | |
| The old against the new | |
| Oh, here comes closure | |
| With his entourage of regrets | |
| He extends out his hand | |
| A card in his fingers | |
| He winks, wishes his best | |
| And so it reads | |
| Oh, not everybody needs someone | |
| It' s okay to be alone son | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can' t let go | |
| Won' t let go of me | |
| Stand here waiting for | |
| While Death comes knocking at my door | |
| Someone who can' t let go | |
| Won' t let go of me |