Song | Smashed to Bits (In the Peace of the Night) |
Artist | Death in June |
Album | Heilige Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Julius, Lane, P. | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
he craved power | |
and, to keep in | |
he'd change his spots | |
or, shed his skin | |
(he craved power) | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
the power in the hour | |
the art of the few | |
original and best | |
perpetuate nature | |
unending largesse | |
(she craves power) | |
in attempts to stultify me | |
your weakness - your ideology | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
he craved power | |
and, to keep in | |
he'd change his spots | |
or, shed his skin | |
like yapping dogs | |
blind lead the blind | |
those who chain the future | |
are those time leaves behind | |
is glory now gone? | |
a friendship - worth of fiends | |
is a rose without thorns. |
zuo qu : Julius, Lane, P. | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
he craved power | |
and, to keep in | |
he' d change his spots | |
or, shed his skin | |
he craved power | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
the power in the hour | |
the art of the few | |
original and best | |
perpetuate nature | |
unending largesse | |
she craves power | |
in attempts to stultify me | |
your weakness your ideology | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
he craved power | |
and, to keep in | |
he' d change his spots | |
or, shed his skin | |
like yapping dogs | |
blind lead the blind | |
those who chain the future | |
are those time leaves behind | |
is glory now gone? | |
a friendship worth of fiends | |
is a rose without thorns. |
zuò qǔ : Julius, Lane, P. | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
he craved power | |
and, to keep in | |
he' d change his spots | |
or, shed his skin | |
he craved power | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
the power in the hour | |
the art of the few | |
original and best | |
perpetuate nature | |
unending largesse | |
she craves power | |
in attempts to stultify me | |
your weakness your ideology | |
smashed to bits | |
in the peace of the night | |
he craved power | |
and, to keep in | |
he' d change his spots | |
or, shed his skin | |
like yapping dogs | |
blind lead the blind | |
those who chain the future | |
are those time leaves behind | |
is glory now gone? | |
a friendship worth of fiends | |
is a rose without thorns. |