Song | 5 to 9 |
Artist | A Wilhelm Scream |
Album | Career Suicide |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
This grin is ****t eating and fleeting like a catamaran. | |
Well, this is better than a smile on a dead man. | |
Watch the hands on a ticking clock for: emotional rock. [Chorus:] | |
I’ve strangled necks, for ages. | |
With the fabric of your words. | |
The bar withstood the raising. | |
With; skirt chasers allowed. | |
One bulb, too block the exit. | |
Two bulbs; too block the sound. | |
I’ve seen bulbs smash from the ceiling. | |
At: the light house. | |
You were the weight of a monolith fighting trying to kill this dream. | |
I also feel the weight of this suitcase, sinking off. | |
A 15 year old **** caught amazed of: kabuki faces jumping / screaming ... off the edge. | |
Wide open and better than the next. | |
The rest are assholes. | |
But, I won’t be failed, anymore. | |
No, I won’t play fair, anymore. | |
Unless this is the last time, | |
I sing. [Chorus 2:] | |
I’ve strangled necks, for ages. | |
With the fabric of your words. | |
The fires were amazing. | |
Why would you put those out? | |
The gun was not erasing. | |
The bare hands, snuffed them out. | |
When: these bulbs smashed from the ceiling. | |
At the light house. | |
You won’t be failed, anymore. |
zuo qu : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
This grin is t eating and fleeting like a catamaran. | |
Well, this is better than a smile on a dead man. | |
Watch the hands on a ticking clock for: emotional rock. Chorus: | |
I' ve strangled necks, for ages. | |
With the fabric of your words. | |
The bar withstood the raising. | |
With skirt chasers allowed. | |
One bulb, too block the exit. | |
Two bulbs too block the sound. | |
I' ve seen bulbs smash from the ceiling. | |
At: the light house. | |
You were the weight of a monolith fighting trying to kill this dream. | |
I also feel the weight of this suitcase, sinking off. | |
A 15 year old caught amazed of: kabuki faces jumping screaming ... off the edge. | |
Wide open and better than the next. | |
The rest are assholes. | |
But, I won' t be failed, anymore. | |
No, I won' t play fair, anymore. | |
Unless this is the last time, | |
I sing. Chorus 2: | |
I' ve strangled necks, for ages. | |
With the fabric of your words. | |
The fires were amazing. | |
Why would you put those out? | |
The gun was not erasing. | |
The bare hands, snuffed them out. | |
When: these bulbs smashed from the ceiling. | |
At the light house. | |
You won' t be failed, anymore. |
zuò qǔ : Angelini, Levesque, Pereira ... | |
This grin is t eating and fleeting like a catamaran. | |
Well, this is better than a smile on a dead man. | |
Watch the hands on a ticking clock for: emotional rock. Chorus: | |
I' ve strangled necks, for ages. | |
With the fabric of your words. | |
The bar withstood the raising. | |
With skirt chasers allowed. | |
One bulb, too block the exit. | |
Two bulbs too block the sound. | |
I' ve seen bulbs smash from the ceiling. | |
At: the light house. | |
You were the weight of a monolith fighting trying to kill this dream. | |
I also feel the weight of this suitcase, sinking off. | |
A 15 year old caught amazed of: kabuki faces jumping screaming ... off the edge. | |
Wide open and better than the next. | |
The rest are assholes. | |
But, I won' t be failed, anymore. | |
No, I won' t play fair, anymore. | |
Unless this is the last time, | |
I sing. Chorus 2: | |
I' ve strangled necks, for ages. | |
With the fabric of your words. | |
The fires were amazing. | |
Why would you put those out? | |
The gun was not erasing. | |
The bare hands, snuffed them out. | |
When: these bulbs smashed from the ceiling. | |
At the light house. | |
You won' t be failed, anymore. |