These are the debit souls.
Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall.
They play servant to lines in the sane.
They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come.
Wartorn is the unborn, the undead martyr.
The life long crucifixion.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
These are the debit souls.
Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall.
They play servant to lines in the sane.
They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come.
Wartorn is the unborn, the undead martyr.
The life long crucifixion.
📝 纯歌词版本
These are the debit souls.
Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall.
They play servant to lines in the sane.
They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come.
Wartorn is the unborn, the undead martyr.
The life long crucifixion.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
These are the debit souls.
Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall.
They play servant to lines in the sane.
They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come.
Wartorn is the unborn, the undead martyr.
The life long crucifixion.
I've got to breathe
You can't take that from me
Cause it's all that you left that's mine
You had to leave
And that's all I can see
But you told me you...
Nail down in contempt all that threatens with thought or bother.
A crusade of listlessness and obedience to prosthetic actuality.
Our effortless eva...
Wake up lovely day 오늘은 그대와 처음 데이트
Make up lovely girl 오랜만에 변신 길을 나서면
Oh girl girl girl 나만 보는걸
우린 어떤 모습일까 어색한 얘길 나눌까
다정한 말투와 목소리 혼자 상상해보죠
귀여운 표정 지을까 새침...