Braille
 作曲 : Matt Nicholls/Matt Kean/Oliver Sykes/Lee Malia/Curtis Ward
It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen
The minutes are hours, the hours are days
I feel infected by your presence, you speak in tongues
I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs
I whispered in her ear
Fear me dear, for I am Death
I'll take your hope, your dreams, your love
Till there's nothing left
I whispered in her ear
You better fear me dear, for I am Death
I'll take that **** you call a life, in a single ******* breath
I'll take your hope
I'll take your ******* dreams
I'll take your love
I'll take everything you *******
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I'll steal the diamonds
From your eyes
I'll turn your promises
Into lies
I'll steal the diamonds
From your eyes
I'll turn your promises
Into lies
It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen
The hours are days, the days are dead
I feel infected by your presence, you speak in tongues
I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs
I hear the fear in your voice
But you shouldn't feel a thing
Your life's already worse than any pain that I could bring
That I could bring
That I could bring
I could make it December every day
But you're so blind, it may as well be May
And I whispered in her ear
You better fear me dear, for this is Death
And I whispered in her ear
Fear me, cause I am Death
One more time
I whispered in her ear
Fear me dear, for I am Death
I'll take everything you ever loved
I whispered in her ear
You better fear me
For I am Death
For I am Death
For I am Death
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