Song | Strangled Road |
Artist | Six Organs of Admittance |
Album | Shelter from the Ash |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chasny | |
The belief in life is a belief in love | |
A strangled road on the mountain | |
Will swallow your flimsy faith | |
The trinkets that you keep | |
Are just made of dirt | |
And colored gold | |
By the very men that you hate | |
And yes it's true they're hiding | |
Waiting to kiss your skull | |
They many even eat the horse | |
That you're riding | |
Swallow this whole world whole | |
The return home from equestrian lands | |
To the safety of the other | |
But you've no legs to stand | |
The call of a home that is headless | |
And scratchin' | |
Without sympathy for any man | |
And yes it's true they're hiding | |
Waiting to kiss your skull | |
They may even eat the horse | |
That you're riding | |
Swallow this whole world whole | |
As they swallow this whole world whole |
zuo qu : Chasny | |
The belief in life is a belief in love | |
A strangled road on the mountain | |
Will swallow your flimsy faith | |
The trinkets that you keep | |
Are just made of dirt | |
And colored gold | |
By the very men that you hate | |
And yes it' s true they' re hiding | |
Waiting to kiss your skull | |
They many even eat the horse | |
That you' re riding | |
Swallow this whole world whole | |
The return home from equestrian lands | |
To the safety of the other | |
But you' ve no legs to stand | |
The call of a home that is headless | |
And scratchin' | |
Without sympathy for any man | |
And yes it' s true they' re hiding | |
Waiting to kiss your skull | |
They may even eat the horse | |
That you' re riding | |
Swallow this whole world whole | |
As they swallow this whole world whole |
zuò qǔ : Chasny | |
The belief in life is a belief in love | |
A strangled road on the mountain | |
Will swallow your flimsy faith | |
The trinkets that you keep | |
Are just made of dirt | |
And colored gold | |
By the very men that you hate | |
And yes it' s true they' re hiding | |
Waiting to kiss your skull | |
They many even eat the horse | |
That you' re riding | |
Swallow this whole world whole | |
The return home from equestrian lands | |
To the safety of the other | |
But you' ve no legs to stand | |
The call of a home that is headless | |
And scratchin' | |
Without sympathy for any man | |
And yes it' s true they' re hiding | |
Waiting to kiss your skull | |
They may even eat the horse | |
That you' re riding | |
Swallow this whole world whole | |
As they swallow this whole world whole |