歌曲: Marigold
艺人:Periphery
专辑:Periphery III: Select DIfficulty
歌词:
Latched to this life like a death-grip, we're sa-tis-fied with the mun- dane and kee-ping out of sight but still, we are young, we are young. I'll stare the an- gels down. Keep 'em in the back room, shut the door and let go. Now we stare at the grave cold and pa-ra-lyzed, push-ing dai- sies while we still feel the sun-shine. We are young, we are young. Slip through the ma-ri-golds and please our da-maged souls. This place is hol-ding me. Jump through the rope, let's make it cre-di-ble. When blood is all we see, life is im-pos-si-ble. Death is com-ing round like a hur-ri- cane swir- ling. We're on the clock and the nee-dle's tur- ning. The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly. Give me a spine to work it out. You're just a-no-ther one wan-de-ring aim-less-ly un-til the grave. The signs of the times are u-pon us all, we're blee-ding for to-mor-row. Suc-king on the mo-ther's dead tit of sor-row, sor-row. It's al-right, we'll learn it all be-fore we go, snapped by the neck as we fol-low. Chin up, tigh-ten the rope, leave it all hol-low. Yeah! Death is com-ing round like a hur-ri- cane swir- ling. We're on the clock and the nee-dle's tur- ning fast. The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly. Give me a spine to work it out. No fu-ne- ral, no pyre left bur- ning, this bo-dy's dust in the wind that's hur- ling past. The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly. Give me a spine to work it out. I guess I would just leave things the way they are. This place is hol-ding me. Jump through the rope, let's make it cre-di-ble. When blood is all we see, life is im-pos-si-ble. Death is com-ing round like a hur-ri- cane swir- ling. We're on the clock and the nee-dle's tur- ning fast. The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly. Give me a spine to work it out. No fu-ne- ral, no pyre left bur- ning, this bo-dy's dust in the wind that's hur- ling past. The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly. Give me a spine to work it out. Oh, woah, oh woah. Oh, woah, oh woah. Oh, woah, oh woah. Death is com-ing round like a hur-ri- cane swir- ling. We're on the clock and the nee-dle's tur- ning fast. The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly. Give me a spine to work it out. Oh, woah, oh woah. Oh, woah, oh woah.
