在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Why don’t they play fair?
For fakes they faintly represent fame.
Oh, despair.
They say the same to praise the sacred.
Over their arrangements cultivating hatred.
I compare them with these tainted games so heinously I’ll push them into flames
to see them face to face with pains I feel. Cultivating veins to harvest them.
Assemble.
Send them to somewhere semblance.
Leave me less than nothing.
Leave me less than you.
Leave me when you need.
I’ve seen what you believe’s the best of you.
I’ve seen better days.
I’ve seen better days.
I’ve seen better days
Less than nothing.
Leave me less than you.
Leave me when you need.
I’ve seen what you believe’s the best of you.
I’ve seen better days.
Consciously seething I can’t grind my teeth down any duller.
Priceless, isn’t it?
All of your friends left
None of your ends met.
Christ said “break bread”
What if I did?
What if it’s lead now?
They didn’t bother me the slightest bit ‘cause their blows don’t compare to the blood loss.
They didn’t offer me the fairest bid but their blows don’t compare to the blood loss.
They didn’t bother me slightest bit cause the
blows don’t compare to the feeling of the pain given to me.
I wonder if you could do any better than I have instead.
And still your face looks on in hatred as you engrave blood loss.
For fakes they faintly represent fame.
Oh, despair.
They say the same to praise the sacred.
Over their arrangements cultivating hatred.
I compare them with these tainted games so heinously I’ll push them into flames.
I’ll push them into flames.
I’ll push them into flames.
Less than nothing.
Leave me less than you.
Leave me when you need.
I’ve seen what you believe’s the best of you.
I’ve seen better days.
