| Song | cyst |
| Artist | demon, eat this |
| Album | murmurations |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| 作曲 : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| i wanna exist | |
| i wanna resist | |
| don’t wanna be a cyst | |
| my society is bliss | |
| so give the knife another twist | |
| **** i need it | |
| i wanna be odd | |
| don’t wanna be four on the floor | |
| i wanna be five | |
| so lay down and die | |
| i wanna be remembered | |
| for november | |
| i wanna write | |
| i wanna be right | |
| you can’t prove yourself with writing | |
| i can prove my point -- i can | |
| i can prove my point with writing | |
| i can | |
| give me the night | |
| no not this night this time | |
| no this night time in the morning, | |
| night time when she’s snoring, | |
| not this night, this shite. | |
| i wanna be odd | |
| don’t wanna be four on the floor | |
| i wanna be five | |
| so lay down and die | |
| i wanna be remembered | |
| for november | |
| guide me wrist, | |
| give me a kiss over the gate, | |
| spread our legs let’s play | |
| getting close as close can be | |
| my mum’s talking about plan b | |
| a two year fling, | |
| nothing but a thing. | |
| nothing, nothing, | |
| there that’s something | |
| and nothing again, | |
| when has enough time passed | |
| for me to say that again? | |
| oh this shit is bliss, | |
| oh this shit is bliss. | |
| oh i’m shitting bricks, | |
| oh i’m shitting bricks. | |
| get me something quick, | |
| get me something quick. | |
| give the knife a twist, | |
| **** i need it. | |
| oh this shit is bliss, | |
| oh this shit is bliss. | |
| oh i’m shitting bricks, | |
| i’m shitting bricks. | |
| get me something quick, | |
| get me something quick. | |
| i need to exist, | |
| i need to exist. | |
| i wanna exist | |
| i wanna resist | |
| don’t wanna be a cyst | |
| my society is bliss | |
| so give the knife another twist | |
| **** i need it |
| zuo ci : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| zuo qu : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| i wanna exist | |
| i wanna resist | |
| don' t wanna be a cyst | |
| my society is bliss | |
| so give the knife another twist | |
| i need it | |
| i wanna be odd | |
| don' t wanna be four on the floor | |
| i wanna be five | |
| so lay down and die | |
| i wanna be remembered | |
| for november | |
| i wanna write | |
| i wanna be right | |
| you can' t prove yourself with writing | |
| i can prove my point i can | |
| i can prove my point with writing | |
| i can | |
| give me the night | |
| no not this night this time | |
| no this night time in the morning, | |
| night time when she' s snoring, | |
| not this night, this shite. | |
| i wanna be odd | |
| don' t wanna be four on the floor | |
| i wanna be five | |
| so lay down and die | |
| i wanna be remembered | |
| for november | |
| guide me wrist, | |
| give me a kiss over the gate, | |
| spread our legs let' s play | |
| getting close as close can be | |
| my mum' s talking about plan b | |
| a two year fling, | |
| nothing but a thing. | |
| nothing, nothing, | |
| there that' s something | |
| and nothing again, | |
| when has enough time passed | |
| for me to say that again? | |
| oh this shit is bliss, | |
| oh this shit is bliss. | |
| oh i' m shitting bricks, | |
| oh i' m shitting bricks. | |
| get me something quick, | |
| get me something quick. | |
| give the knife a twist, | |
| i need it. | |
| oh this shit is bliss, | |
| oh this shit is bliss. | |
| oh i' m shitting bricks, | |
| i' m shitting bricks. | |
| get me something quick, | |
| get me something quick. | |
| i need to exist, | |
| i need to exist. | |
| i wanna exist | |
| i wanna resist | |
| don' t wanna be a cyst | |
| my society is bliss | |
| so give the knife another twist | |
| i need it |
| zuò cí : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| zuò qǔ : Reuben Joiner Brown | |
| i wanna exist | |
| i wanna resist | |
| don' t wanna be a cyst | |
| my society is bliss | |
| so give the knife another twist | |
| i need it | |
| i wanna be odd | |
| don' t wanna be four on the floor | |
| i wanna be five | |
| so lay down and die | |
| i wanna be remembered | |
| for november | |
| i wanna write | |
| i wanna be right | |
| you can' t prove yourself with writing | |
| i can prove my point i can | |
| i can prove my point with writing | |
| i can | |
| give me the night | |
| no not this night this time | |
| no this night time in the morning, | |
| night time when she' s snoring, | |
| not this night, this shite. | |
| i wanna be odd | |
| don' t wanna be four on the floor | |
| i wanna be five | |
| so lay down and die | |
| i wanna be remembered | |
| for november | |
| guide me wrist, | |
| give me a kiss over the gate, | |
| spread our legs let' s play | |
| getting close as close can be | |
| my mum' s talking about plan b | |
| a two year fling, | |
| nothing but a thing. | |
| nothing, nothing, | |
| there that' s something | |
| and nothing again, | |
| when has enough time passed | |
| for me to say that again? | |
| oh this shit is bliss, | |
| oh this shit is bliss. | |
| oh i' m shitting bricks, | |
| oh i' m shitting bricks. | |
| get me something quick, | |
| get me something quick. | |
| give the knife a twist, | |
| i need it. | |
| oh this shit is bliss, | |
| oh this shit is bliss. | |
| oh i' m shitting bricks, | |
| i' m shitting bricks. | |
| get me something quick, | |
| get me something quick. | |
| i need to exist, | |
| i need to exist. | |
| i wanna exist | |
| i wanna resist | |
| don' t wanna be a cyst | |
| my society is bliss | |
| so give the knife another twist | |
| i need it |