Song | Common State of Inner Violence |
Artist | Disarmonia Mundi |
Album | Fragments of D-Generation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chinto, Disarmonia Mundi | |
Deserving wonderful baby | |
In despite of that defect | |
Of listening to that wild music | |
And than playing war videogames | |
But you are lucky man | |
Because I've got some plans for you | |
Refined violin lessons | |
And the most celebrated school | |
Poor baby, he uses his violin | |
Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun | |
Poor baby, insanity from adolescence | |
Grows through me a killer from hell | |
The rising sons throw away | |
All their father's dreams | |
Don't let me be born | |
If you didn't live | |
The only right was the grandfather | |
He said: "finally he's gone" | |
While parents threaten suddenly "We'll grow another one" | |
Just you must know | |
Your guy is not so wise | |
To grow behind your violin | |
Take your eyes to this massacre | |
Was it your dream? | |
This story tells to me | |
Don't let me be born | |
If you did not live | |
Your guy is not so wise | |
To grow behind your violin | |
Take your eyes through this fire |
zuo qu : Chinto, Disarmonia Mundi | |
Deserving wonderful baby | |
In despite of that defect | |
Of listening to that wild music | |
And than playing war videogames | |
But you are lucky man | |
Because I' ve got some plans for you | |
Refined violin lessons | |
And the most celebrated school | |
Poor baby, he uses his violin | |
Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun | |
Poor baby, insanity from adolescence | |
Grows through me a killer from hell | |
The rising sons throw away | |
All their father' s dreams | |
Don' t let me be born | |
If you didn' t live | |
The only right was the grandfather | |
He said: " finally he' s gone" | |
While parents threaten suddenly " We' ll grow another one" | |
Just you must know | |
Your guy is not so wise | |
To grow behind your violin | |
Take your eyes to this massacre | |
Was it your dream? | |
This story tells to me | |
Don' t let me be born | |
If you did not live | |
Your guy is not so wise | |
To grow behind your violin | |
Take your eyes through this fire |
zuò qǔ : Chinto, Disarmonia Mundi | |
Deserving wonderful baby | |
In despite of that defect | |
Of listening to that wild music | |
And than playing war videogames | |
But you are lucky man | |
Because I' ve got some plans for you | |
Refined violin lessons | |
And the most celebrated school | |
Poor baby, he uses his violin | |
Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun | |
Poor baby, insanity from adolescence | |
Grows through me a killer from hell | |
The rising sons throw away | |
All their father' s dreams | |
Don' t let me be born | |
If you didn' t live | |
The only right was the grandfather | |
He said: " finally he' s gone" | |
While parents threaten suddenly " We' ll grow another one" | |
Just you must know | |
Your guy is not so wise | |
To grow behind your violin | |
Take your eyes to this massacre | |
Was it your dream? | |
This story tells to me | |
Don' t let me be born | |
If you did not live | |
Your guy is not so wise | |
To grow behind your violin | |
Take your eyes through this fire |