گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Chanting in the darkness for just one taste.
Screaming bloody mary until my mirror breaks.
Cheating on reason for just one glimpse
Of the disease riding on your lips.
Lay reason to waste.ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Breaking into you. is like waking, waking the dead.
Burning inside you. is like waking, waking the dead.
Burning inside you. as you bury, bury your dead.
How much did she see? she stole my skin,
I lost it all of what shed.
I lost it all to that flicker of pearly white.
Those nails did lay rest another chaste
And serpentine(lunar) sacrifice on the eighth or ninth.
