In the Woods... Mourning the Death of Aase歌词

From rape to right in, to real to live should I lie down or stand up And walk around again? My eyes finally wide open up My eyes finally wide open shut to find the found of sound That hears the touch of my tears. Smells the taste of all we waste Coul

[ti:Death Letter Blues] [ar:Son House] [al:Martin Scorsese Presents The Blues: Son House] [offset:0] [00:00.82]Death Letter - Various Artists [00:07.11]I got a letter this morning [00:08.99]how do [00:10.24]you reckon it read? [00:13.61]hurry the gal

Sudden Wall of sleep arrives In my bed, I can't awaken Faintly I can hear their cry Novena for my soul Death in life, boxed in a case In my Sunday's best Underground, one thousand pounds Crushing down upon my chest Family gazing over me Mourning thei

Christian Death - Gloomy Sunday (Atrocities) Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Sunday is gloomy, With

I hear that death sound, baby, Oh, like an echo in my brain. I hear that death sound, baby, Oh, like an echo in my brain, brain. Well, there's a part of us dying, You know that things will never be the same, Ah, never be the same! I feel the black na

Analysis paralysis If you are looking for the guilty ones We only need to look in a mirror Facing our reflections we are scarred - scarred but immune To our negative impact on others We scream at the wall and turn away from the advice That might make

La, da, da, da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye (Good riddance!) Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ring tone This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for s

Mark out the points Build the pyre Assemble different drummers Light up the fire Put on your masks And animal skins Illumination, illumination Listen to the drums Between each beat, each beat of the drum O beloved mother of liberty Hold me in your ar

City and Colour - The Death of Me ★ 活在当下 Do I have nothing good left to say? Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints? People love to drink their troubles away. Sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way. 'Cause maybe then I could sleep

I got a velvet I got a velvet itch in my jeans I got a velvet I got a velvet itch in my jeans Can you scratch it Can you scratch it Can you scratch it Can you scratch it, scratch it for me I got a medecine I got a medecine in my weed I got a medecine