Fresh Hell - Prolixx/Ryini Beats.lrc

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[00:07.20]Out of the corners of the room
[00:13.05]Do bloom the brood in their cocoon
[00:17.34]And from the womb
[00:19.17]They've come unglued
[00:21.51]They fall like curtains right on cue
[00:25.05]Why don't the others
[00:27.51]Cast and crew
[00:29.01]Why don't they move?
[00:30.42]Are they immune?
[00:30.69]To all the sights
[00:35.55]I cannot prove
[00:36.69]When I tried to leave
[00:39.12]This world, to you
[00:40.23]Am I a body, been exhumed?
[00:52.95]My limbs are frozen to this tomb
[00:57.57]Beneath the smoke
[00:59.43]In bubbling plumes
[01:01.50]I'm in a shrinking air balloon
[01:05.61]The tools are strewn
[01:06.24]Through out the room
[01:09.33]They're back to work
[01:11.40]They'll make me new
[01:13.26]It is a pity this
[01:14.16]Isn't the prettiest
[01:15.12]Place to envision
[01:15.93]Where I would be living, but
[01:17.37]It is just enough
[01:18.36]For the wife and pups
[01:19.32]Think I finally trust
[01:20.46]Then I wake up
[01:38.40]The drip is sinking in the wrist
[01:40.98]What sweet fresh hell is this?
[01:44.16]I sit between the tulip slits
[01:48.15]A napkin folded, neatly, gripped
[01:53.10]I'm made up of metal, bones, and spit
[01:57.03]I'm put together, bit by bitten
[02:03.09]I've given this skin, and
[02:07.77]I wish for forgiveness
文本歌词
Out of the corners of the room
Do bloom the brood in their cocoon
And from the womb
They've come unglued
They fall like curtains right on cue
Why don't the others
Cast and crew
Why don't they move?
Are they immune?
To all the sights
I cannot prove
When I tried to leave
This world, to you
Am I a body, been exhumed?
My limbs are frozen to this tomb
Beneath the smoke
In bubbling plumes
I'm in a shrinking air balloon
The tools are strewn
Through out the room
They're back to work
They'll make me new
It is a pity this
Isn't the prettiest
Place to envision
Where I would be living, but
It is just enough
For the wife and pups
Think I finally trust
Then I wake up
The drip is sinking in the wrist
What sweet fresh hell is this?
I sit between the tulip slits
A napkin folded, neatly, gripped
I'm made up of metal, bones, and spit
I'm put together, bit by bitten
I've given this skin, and
I wish for forgiveness