| Song | Guns for Show, Knives for a Pro |
| Artist | Parkway Drive |
| Album | Killing with a Smile |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Parkway Drive | |
| I saw the disappointment from across your face. | |
| A mark of solitude. | |
| So here's to giving in. | |
| Your eyes have betrayed you. | |
| And ill wear this mask of disgust for every day | |
| I've met you. | |
| Disarm with a smile. | |
| Your eyes | |
| Betrayed me. | |
| String me another line as your knife severs my spine. | |
| The blackness of your heart has spread beneath your skin. | |
| And as your new face runs | |
| I count the seconds till your gone. | |
| As your new face runs | |
| I count the seconds until you're fucking gone. | |
| Hold this allegiance with the hearts of apathy. | |
| We cannot breathe from your choking hands. | |
| Mark this hour of hopelessness with burning bodies. | |
| Returning for your heart. | |
| Returning for your fucking heart. | |
| Murder is on the air tonight. |
| zuo qu : Parkway Drive | |
| I saw the disappointment from across your face. | |
| A mark of solitude. | |
| So here' s to giving in. | |
| Your eyes have betrayed you. | |
| And ill wear this mask of disgust for every day | |
| I' ve met you. | |
| Disarm with a smile. | |
| Your eyes | |
| Betrayed me. | |
| String me another line as your knife severs my spine. | |
| The blackness of your heart has spread beneath your skin. | |
| And as your new face runs | |
| I count the seconds till your gone. | |
| As your new face runs | |
| I count the seconds until you' re fucking gone. | |
| Hold this allegiance with the hearts of apathy. | |
| We cannot breathe from your choking hands. | |
| Mark this hour of hopelessness with burning bodies. | |
| Returning for your heart. | |
| Returning for your fucking heart. | |
| Murder is on the air tonight. |
| zuò qǔ : Parkway Drive | |
| I saw the disappointment from across your face. | |
| A mark of solitude. | |
| So here' s to giving in. | |
| Your eyes have betrayed you. | |
| And ill wear this mask of disgust for every day | |
| I' ve met you. | |
| Disarm with a smile. | |
| Your eyes | |
| Betrayed me. | |
| String me another line as your knife severs my spine. | |
| The blackness of your heart has spread beneath your skin. | |
| And as your new face runs | |
| I count the seconds till your gone. | |
| As your new face runs | |
| I count the seconds until you' re fucking gone. | |
| Hold this allegiance with the hearts of apathy. | |
| We cannot breathe from your choking hands. | |
| Mark this hour of hopelessness with burning bodies. | |
| Returning for your heart. | |
| Returning for your fucking heart. | |
| Murder is on the air tonight. |