Song | Reconstrucdead |
Artist | D:A:D |
Album | Helpyourselfish |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Disneyland After Dark | |
When the fever burns your brain | |
When your heart has got a name | |
And you long for generous days | |
You want a spring in your walk and a smile on your face.. | |
Another day inside the pearl | |
You could have screamed; leaving this world | |
You laugh'n'joke without a care | |
And bear a depression you can see from the air.. | |
Ride the tail of rhyme | |
Break the legs of time | |
- Snap it's spine.. | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
At my feet there's a plate I haven't read.. | |
Apart from that - then I'll be reconstrucdead | |
A tambourine rings in my blood | |
The circus' rolling'n'the cage is locked.. | |
So where's the light - a match that flares | |
- The pot at the end of the rainbow's where | |
Pick your nose as you pick your friends | |
Or spend a life in fear of the end | |
To tell a nodding shrink won't help | |
- So I say to myself: Hey, get a hold on yourself! | |
Ride the tail of rhyme | |
Break the legs of time | |
- Snap it's spine.. | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
At my feet there's a plate I haven't read.. | |
Apart from that - then I'll be reconstrucdead, reconstrucdead.. | |
My eyes are blind My mind is numb | |
But my ears begin to hear - to hear the growing hum | |
Like a statue, jealous of the rush hour | |
I'm reconstrucdead like a monument, a monument to power | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
Standing high up as a tower now, but still the cracks will - yeah | |
The cracks will show | |
A lifetime of frustration - the things that I can't get | |
Apart from that - then I'll be reconstrucdead | |
Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead |
zuo qu : Disneyland After Dark | |
When the fever burns your brain | |
When your heart has got a name | |
And you long for generous days | |
You want a spring in your walk and a smile on your face.. | |
Another day inside the pearl | |
You could have screamed leaving this world | |
You laugh' n' joke without a care | |
And bear a depression you can see from the air.. | |
Ride the tail of rhyme | |
Break the legs of time | |
Snap it' s spine.. | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
At my feet there' s a plate I haven' t read.. | |
Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead | |
A tambourine rings in my blood | |
The circus' rolling' n' the cage is locked.. | |
So where' s the light a match that flares | |
The pot at the end of the rainbow' s where | |
Pick your nose as you pick your friends | |
Or spend a life in fear of the end | |
To tell a nodding shrink won' t help | |
So I say to myself: Hey, get a hold on yourself! | |
Ride the tail of rhyme | |
Break the legs of time | |
Snap it' s spine.. | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
At my feet there' s a plate I haven' t read.. | |
Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead, reconstrucdead.. | |
My eyes are blind My mind is numb | |
But my ears begin to hear to hear the growing hum | |
Like a statue, jealous of the rush hour | |
I' m reconstrucdead like a monument, a monument to power | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
Standing high up as a tower now, but still the cracks will yeah | |
The cracks will show | |
A lifetime of frustration the things that I can' t get | |
Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead | |
Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead |
zuò qǔ : Disneyland After Dark | |
When the fever burns your brain | |
When your heart has got a name | |
And you long for generous days | |
You want a spring in your walk and a smile on your face.. | |
Another day inside the pearl | |
You could have screamed leaving this world | |
You laugh' n' joke without a care | |
And bear a depression you can see from the air.. | |
Ride the tail of rhyme | |
Break the legs of time | |
Snap it' s spine.. | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
At my feet there' s a plate I haven' t read.. | |
Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead | |
A tambourine rings in my blood | |
The circus' rolling' n' the cage is locked.. | |
So where' s the light a match that flares | |
The pot at the end of the rainbow' s where | |
Pick your nose as you pick your friends | |
Or spend a life in fear of the end | |
To tell a nodding shrink won' t help | |
So I say to myself: Hey, get a hold on yourself! | |
Ride the tail of rhyme | |
Break the legs of time | |
Snap it' s spine.. | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
A monument to power, standing, but on reconstrucdead toes | |
At my feet there' s a plate I haven' t read.. | |
Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead, reconstrucdead.. | |
My eyes are blind My mind is numb | |
But my ears begin to hear to hear the growing hum | |
Like a statue, jealous of the rush hour | |
I' m reconstrucdead like a monument, a monument to power | |
As a statue wearing complicated clothes | |
Standing high up as a tower now, but still the cracks will yeah | |
The cracks will show | |
A lifetime of frustration the things that I can' t get | |
Apart from that then I' ll be reconstrucdead | |
Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead Reconstrucdead |