Shatterday Lyrics
| Song | Shatterday |
| Artist | Vendetta Red |
| Album | Between the Never and the Now |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davidson, Vendetta Red | |
| Our days are numbered 666 | |
| And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus | |
| Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures | |
| I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we're going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose | |
| Our days are numbered 321 | |
| And when you bit the bullet | |
| I held the smoking gun | |
| Somewhere in these violent volumes | |
| I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we're going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose | |
| And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head | |
| If I were you then | |
| I would memorize | |
| This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting | |
| Carving out your own | |
| Scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we're going down | |
| Follow me once around | |
| Scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we're going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose |
| zuo ci : Davidson, Vendetta Red | |
| Our days are numbered 666 | |
| And I' ll begin the countdown by calling off the circus | |
| Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures | |
| I' ll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we' re going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose | |
| Our days are numbered 321 | |
| And when you bit the bullet | |
| I held the smoking gun | |
| Somewhere in these violent volumes | |
| I' ll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we' re going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose | |
| And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head | |
| If I were you then | |
| I would memorize | |
| This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting | |
| Carving out your own | |
| Scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we' re going down | |
| Follow me once around | |
| Scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we' re going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose |
| zuò cí : Davidson, Vendetta Red | |
| Our days are numbered 666 | |
| And I' ll begin the countdown by calling off the circus | |
| Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures | |
| I' ll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we' re going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose | |
| Our days are numbered 321 | |
| And when you bit the bullet | |
| I held the smoking gun | |
| Somewhere in these violent volumes | |
| I' ll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we' re going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose | |
| And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head | |
| If I were you then | |
| I would memorize | |
| This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting | |
| Carving out your own | |
| Scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we' re going down | |
| Follow me once around | |
| Scars they cut into you | |
| Blisters rose colored hue | |
| Mayday we' re going down | |
| These mescaline memories are morose | |
| Your kerosine company is comatose |
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