Brighter Death Now Evisceration歌词

I am one among you I am here I am here for you Just an armlength away Just behind you Here in the shadows I can see you clearly now I am here for you when I need you Behind these curtains I can smell you I can almost touch Now I see your eyes I am in

译BY莫须有 "Her penultimate sighs 她的倒数第二声叹息 Called softly on the kindling winds 在和风中轻柔的召唤 Her saintly eyes, filling with tears, lifting with truth 她圣洁的双眸噙满泪水,因真理而坚定 And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven 接着一道金光闪耀恍若天堂的日出 Leaving her screams, Bre

Way Out 闯出我路 [歌词] And if I flipped out on my own Whatever would I want for you to say On 18 years now all alone I'm feeling smaller almost everyday Wherever I should go I'm never coming home I found my way out However I can float I'm never going home

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