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歌词:자신을 태워라

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Crêpe Yuletides
자신을 태워라 (ft. syncatheria) [02:09]
Crêpe Yuletides (2021-06-02)
Circle:fudarin ga'proy
Arrange:fudarin ga'proy
Vocal:fudarin ga'proysyncatheria
Lyrics:fudarin ga'proysyncatheria
Original Title:月まで届け、不死の煙
  • Lyrics Language:英文


[fuda'proy]
tiptoeing, vetoing ranger
fingers smeared inside tank hangar
trodden thursday, fighter's fray
hitherto boneyard in may
dismissal to the blind beer foes
far distant to hear their woes
trapped inside beguiling cloak
our plans gone up in smoke
archangels living through lockjaw
equip dead demons with their saw
doll's subsistent, death freezes
smiling right to whomever it pleases
gasp the gravity grips
and while you're at it, bet your spinal chips
why should i steal from the crock
when i know fo'sho that i won't ever get to talk
antidote's implanted fear
dumping weepings into peer
darting to another house
cause this one just doesn't count
[syncatheria]
goin to the supermarket
wallmurt's on the newer docket
ridin through the aisles on a scooter like im usin rocket
changing to a newer socket, change all of your parts and
give all of your money to a loser who got future psuedo market
i leave and come back im like a crypto fad the bad the rad the
straight up mad yeah im about ta smack a lad
run software programs day and night
like simpsons, smoked hams am i right
my foreskin lights up like a light
oh are you looking for a fight
[fuda'proy]
pretending to defending, sell myself shorter than free trial winrar
do you call them rock bands just because they've got a single guitar
deconstuct the maze, my brain, reflecting off the microphone
doctor's advice: better watch your attitude, better watch your tone
placing all the debts up higher, inhumane for tinfoil on flare
boarding a sunken ship while the knife technicians give a stare
line up in a single file, voyage 1969
i don't want to listen to your spouts, making my eyes all brine