Song | Digestive Ceremony |
Artist | Circle of Dead Children |
Album | The Genocide Machine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Circle Of Dead Children | |
I'd love to run your fingers through my heart | |
Feel the ruin | |
Smell the caustic stench | |
Sweep me in the corner and forget I'll stay there until the sun has set:one | |
million times | |
With my crust ablaze everybody sees the feeling | |
Everybody chokes on the dust of a smoldering ego | |
Your face I remember | |
Your taste I will never forget | |
The dogs feast on each sour breath | |
It's like they remember. | |
It's like they remember | |
Sweep me into the corner and forget | |
Because the dogs, they will always know | |
They know my blood | |
Every stone I had carefully placed, now washed away and eroded | |
The dam to my psyche, washed away and eroded | |
I pick at each scar and remember each name | |
Your faces I remember | |
Gratify me with the dogs now | |
The respect of the corner | |
In the corner I am alive | |
You can never take that from me |
zuo qu : Circle Of Dead Children | |
I' d love to run your fingers through my heart | |
Feel the ruin | |
Smell the caustic stench | |
Sweep me in the corner and forget I' ll stay there until the sun has set: one | |
million times | |
With my crust ablaze everybody sees the feeling | |
Everybody chokes on the dust of a smoldering ego | |
Your face I remember | |
Your taste I will never forget | |
The dogs feast on each sour breath | |
It' s like they remember. | |
It' s like they remember | |
Sweep me into the corner and forget | |
Because the dogs, they will always know | |
They know my blood | |
Every stone I had carefully placed, now washed away and eroded | |
The dam to my psyche, washed away and eroded | |
I pick at each scar and remember each name | |
Your faces I remember | |
Gratify me with the dogs now | |
The respect of the corner | |
In the corner I am alive | |
You can never take that from me |
zuò qǔ : Circle Of Dead Children | |
I' d love to run your fingers through my heart | |
Feel the ruin | |
Smell the caustic stench | |
Sweep me in the corner and forget I' ll stay there until the sun has set: one | |
million times | |
With my crust ablaze everybody sees the feeling | |
Everybody chokes on the dust of a smoldering ego | |
Your face I remember | |
Your taste I will never forget | |
The dogs feast on each sour breath | |
It' s like they remember. | |
It' s like they remember | |
Sweep me into the corner and forget | |
Because the dogs, they will always know | |
They know my blood | |
Every stone I had carefully placed, now washed away and eroded | |
The dam to my psyche, washed away and eroded | |
I pick at each scar and remember each name | |
Your faces I remember | |
Gratify me with the dogs now | |
The respect of the corner | |
In the corner I am alive | |
You can never take that from me |