作曲 : Blackbird Raum burning down the days, let me count the ways calling up the waste, so what the **** the breath of the beast is haze and smog, security cameras for eyes and all winding rows of teeth growing sharper still eating the flesh of hours cash in the cockle shells bite the copper coin and run im stealing back a ragged gash worn smooth swollen shut im stealing back and padlock held you can't go back the way you came If I could make them run I'd run them
作曲 : Blackbird Raum burning down the days, let me count the ways calling up the waste, so what the **** the breath of the beast is haze and smog, security cameras for eyes and all winding rows of teeth growing sharper still eating the flesh of hours cash in the cockle shells bite the copper coin and run im stealing back a ragged gash worn smooth swollen shut im stealing back and padlock held you can't go back the way you came If I could make them run I'd run them
