Song | Savior, Saint, Salvation |
Artist | Bleeding Through |
Album | Portrait of the Goddess |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bleeding Through | |
Forget every word you spoke. | |
Regret this life to choke. | |
Purity, just a blinded coward. | |
Seventeen, the number you chose me. | |
Seventeen curses now will be blamed on your sacred black heart. | |
Now I'm awake. | |
My will is stronger than before. | |
You don't know me, and you don't see me. | |
You will never fucking know me. | |
Everything went black tonight. | |
Now I'm sick of being blamed for your worthless identity | |
Of a victim, the claim you make. | |
A false claim for a bullshit tear. | |
Not from me, anymore. | |
Not from me, anymore. | |
Anymore. Not anymore. | |
Now I cast a thousand plagues on you. | |
So left behind, to make amends. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you're too blind to see me. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you're too blind to see me. | |
Red. Red is the color that makes me sick, | |
And is paid for in blood. | |
It's paid for with your blood. | |
And now we're taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
And now we're taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
And now we're taking it back. | |
I said we're keep on taking it back. | |
And now we're taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
Take it all back. | |
This time, to my eyes, you no longer exist to me. | |
This time, to my eyes, you no longer exist to me. | |
Red painted walls, you'll have your day in the sun. | |
One more time. | |
Now I cast a thousand plagues on you. | |
So left behind, to make amends. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you're too blind to see me. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you're too blind to see me. |
zuo qu : Bleeding Through | |
Forget every word you spoke. | |
Regret this life to choke. | |
Purity, just a blinded coward. | |
Seventeen, the number you chose me. | |
Seventeen curses now will be blamed on your sacred black heart. | |
Now I' m awake. | |
My will is stronger than before. | |
You don' t know me, and you don' t see me. | |
You will never fucking know me. | |
Everything went black tonight. | |
Now I' m sick of being blamed for your worthless identity | |
Of a victim, the claim you make. | |
A false claim for a bullshit tear. | |
Not from me, anymore. | |
Not from me, anymore. | |
Anymore. Not anymore. | |
Now I cast a thousand plagues on you. | |
So left behind, to make amends. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you' re too blind to see me. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you' re too blind to see me. | |
Red. Red is the color that makes me sick, | |
And is paid for in blood. | |
It' s paid for with your blood. | |
And now we' re taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
And now we' re taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
And now we' re taking it back. | |
I said we' re keep on taking it back. | |
And now we' re taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
Take it all back. | |
This time, to my eyes, you no longer exist to me. | |
This time, to my eyes, you no longer exist to me. | |
Red painted walls, you' ll have your day in the sun. | |
One more time. | |
Now I cast a thousand plagues on you. | |
So left behind, to make amends. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you' re too blind to see me. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you' re too blind to see me. |
zuò qǔ : Bleeding Through | |
Forget every word you spoke. | |
Regret this life to choke. | |
Purity, just a blinded coward. | |
Seventeen, the number you chose me. | |
Seventeen curses now will be blamed on your sacred black heart. | |
Now I' m awake. | |
My will is stronger than before. | |
You don' t know me, and you don' t see me. | |
You will never fucking know me. | |
Everything went black tonight. | |
Now I' m sick of being blamed for your worthless identity | |
Of a victim, the claim you make. | |
A false claim for a bullshit tear. | |
Not from me, anymore. | |
Not from me, anymore. | |
Anymore. Not anymore. | |
Now I cast a thousand plagues on you. | |
So left behind, to make amends. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you' re too blind to see me. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you' re too blind to see me. | |
Red. Red is the color that makes me sick, | |
And is paid for in blood. | |
It' s paid for with your blood. | |
And now we' re taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
And now we' re taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
And now we' re taking it back. | |
I said we' re keep on taking it back. | |
And now we' re taking it back. | |
And we keep on taking it back. | |
Take it all back. | |
This time, to my eyes, you no longer exist to me. | |
This time, to my eyes, you no longer exist to me. | |
Red painted walls, you' ll have your day in the sun. | |
One more time. | |
Now I cast a thousand plagues on you. | |
So left behind, to make amends. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you' re too blind to see me. | |
Now I am set free, and | |
I can see right through you, | |
But you' re too blind to see me. |