LRC歌词

[ti:Eye For An Answer]
[ar:Sirs]
[al:Sirs]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Eye For An Answer - Sirs
[00:06.09]Stop stop it
[00:12.59]Keep walking
[00:18.77]We're told by we're screamed at
[00:22.05]By our instincts we're gonna lose
[00:26.43]Make your friends
[00:31.64]And sleep on empty promises
[00:38.81]Comparing battle scars
[00:43.61]Callous your fingers
[00:51.50]Digging tunnels in the earth
[00:55.64]Exploring wormholes
[00:57.00]Breath in a new kind of air
[00:59.42]Just keep your axes with you
[01:01.23]Cause we're gonna build it up
[01:02.97]And we're gonna tear it down
[01:05.63]You don't see me
[01:10.71]When your veins are bleeding out
[01:14.91]All over pick pocketed letters
[01:16.71]She's swallowing
[01:17.92]Folding in under pressure
[01:19.38]There's bruises on my thighs
[01:20.98]From beating them with my fists
[01:22.34]Stop it
[01:41.89]Read those same three words articulate
[01:52.23]Sour faces under lampshades
[01:55.19]Spread it around
[01:57.09]Take an eye for an answer
[01:59.52]Making tinder from telephone poles
[02:02.06]Calling all horses to town for the masters of our senses
[02:05.07]Get angry when their trumpets blow
[02:06.96]Nothing but hot air and spit
[02:09.00]We're making headway
[02:10.58]Sleeping on spikes
[02:12.02]Accepting favors from preachers
[02:13.30]For pennies and prayers
[02:14.77]That you've never believed in
[02:16.52]But you may someday believe it
[02:18.66]Your bitter judgements get me down
[02:20.08]Your better judgement gets me

文本歌词


Eye For An Answer - Sirs
Stop stop it
Keep walking
We're told by we're screamed at
By our instincts we're gonna lose
Make your friends
And sleep on empty promises
Comparing battle scars
Callous your fingers
Digging tunnels in the earth
Exploring wormholes
Breath in a new kind of air
Just keep your axes with you
Cause we're gonna build it up
And we're gonna tear it down
You don't see me
When your veins are bleeding out
All over pick pocketed letters
She's swallowing
Folding in under pressure
There's bruises on my thighs
From beating them with my fists
Stop it
Read those same three words articulate
Sour faces under lampshades
Spread it around
Take an eye for an answer
Making tinder from telephone poles
Calling all horses to town for the masters of our senses
Get angry when their trumpets blow
Nothing but hot air and spit
We're making headway
Sleeping on spikes
Accepting favors from preachers
For pennies and prayers
That you've never believed in
But you may someday believe it
Your bitter judgements get me down
Your better judgement gets me

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