Song | Drip Drip |
Artist | Comus |
Album | First Utterance |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Wootten | |
You dangling swinging | |
Hanging, spinning aftermath | |
Your soft white flesh turns past me, slaked with blood | |
Your evil eyes, more damning than a demons curse | |
Your lovely body, soon caked with mud | |
As I carry you to your grave, my arms your hearse | |
You stand before me defenseless | |
Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense | |
Sears my brain | |
Drip drip | |
From your sagging lip | |
Liquid red | |
Down your body spread | |
Your soft breast glistens | |
Your deep navel fountains | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Like a plane over mountains | |
In a clearing | |
Where the sun rays dance amongst | |
Forest dense secrets | |
You will softly rest | |
Your pale beauty enshrined | |
By the sweet glade | |
Your body at peace | |
Even the earth will fill the crack | |
Where entered my blade | |
Where entered my blade | |
Yea shall I cut you down | |
Yea 'twould be your last physical communion | |
I'll be gentle | |
And not hurt you | |
Drip drip | |
From your sagging lip | |
Liquid red | |
Down your body spread | |
Your soft breast glistens | |
Your deep navel fountains | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Like a plane over mountains |
zuo qu : Wootten | |
You dangling swinging | |
Hanging, spinning aftermath | |
Your soft white flesh turns past me, slaked with blood | |
Your evil eyes, more damning than a demons curse | |
Your lovely body, soon caked with mud | |
As I carry you to your grave, my arms your hearse | |
You stand before me defenseless | |
Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense | |
Sears my brain | |
Drip drip | |
From your sagging lip | |
Liquid red | |
Down your body spread | |
Your soft breast glistens | |
Your deep navel fountains | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Like a plane over mountains | |
In a clearing | |
Where the sun rays dance amongst | |
Forest dense secrets | |
You will softly rest | |
Your pale beauty enshrined | |
By the sweet glade | |
Your body at peace | |
Even the earth will fill the crack | |
Where entered my blade | |
Where entered my blade | |
Yea shall I cut you down | |
Yea ' twould be your last physical communion | |
I' ll be gentle | |
And not hurt you | |
Drip drip | |
From your sagging lip | |
Liquid red | |
Down your body spread | |
Your soft breast glistens | |
Your deep navel fountains | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Like a plane over mountains |
zuò qǔ : Wootten | |
You dangling swinging | |
Hanging, spinning aftermath | |
Your soft white flesh turns past me, slaked with blood | |
Your evil eyes, more damning than a demons curse | |
Your lovely body, soon caked with mud | |
As I carry you to your grave, my arms your hearse | |
You stand before me defenseless | |
Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense | |
Sears my brain | |
Drip drip | |
From your sagging lip | |
Liquid red | |
Down your body spread | |
Your soft breast glistens | |
Your deep navel fountains | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Like a plane over mountains | |
In a clearing | |
Where the sun rays dance amongst | |
Forest dense secrets | |
You will softly rest | |
Your pale beauty enshrined | |
By the sweet glade | |
Your body at peace | |
Even the earth will fill the crack | |
Where entered my blade | |
Where entered my blade | |
Yea shall I cut you down | |
Yea ' twould be your last physical communion | |
I' ll be gentle | |
And not hurt you | |
Drip drip | |
From your sagging lip | |
Liquid red | |
Down your body spread | |
Your soft breast glistens | |
Your deep navel fountains | |
Your shadow over chair | |
Like a plane over mountains |