| Song | Inside Is Out |
| Artist | Cephalic Carnage |
| Album | Anomalies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cephalic Carnage | |
| chasing lies | |
| that which hurts most | |
| believing | |
| leave it | |
| when it comes | |
| let go of fear | |
| take it | |
| as I said | |
| you will like it | |
| being here | |
| burning | |
| the dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
| digging deep, frozen grave, through cold veins, and to feel, cold blood race, proof of | |
| emptiness, and when it's done, dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
| fingers pierce - my soul is pulled - from my body - is cast down - from heaven comes exile | |
| left behind | |
| wanting to breath | |
| start the fires | |
| that boil the seas | |
| beg for nothing | |
| on broken knees | |
| ultima bless me so | |
| yet, you watched her escape, your grasp, you've slipped | |
| Bless me so | |
| i won't fall through | |
| to come hear again | |
| in your grief | |
| find your new place | |
| now repent | |
| then go drifting | |
| into the dark | |
| to find no light | |
| to search forever | |
| start the fires | |
| that boil the seas | |
| beg for nothing on broken knees |
| zuo qu : Cephalic Carnage | |
| chasing lies | |
| that which hurts most | |
| believing | |
| leave it | |
| when it comes | |
| let go of fear | |
| take it | |
| as I said | |
| you will like it | |
| being here | |
| burning | |
| the dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
| digging deep, frozen grave, through cold veins, and to feel, cold blood race, proof of | |
| emptiness, and when it' s done, dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
| fingers pierce my soul is pulled from my body is cast down from heaven comes exile | |
| left behind | |
| wanting to breath | |
| start the fires | |
| that boil the seas | |
| beg for nothing | |
| on broken knees | |
| ultima bless me so | |
| yet, you watched her escape, your grasp, you' ve slipped | |
| Bless me so | |
| i won' t fall through | |
| to come hear again | |
| in your grief | |
| find your new place | |
| now repent | |
| then go drifting | |
| into the dark | |
| to find no light | |
| to search forever | |
| start the fires | |
| that boil the seas | |
| beg for nothing on broken knees |
| zuò qǔ : Cephalic Carnage | |
| chasing lies | |
| that which hurts most | |
| believing | |
| leave it | |
| when it comes | |
| let go of fear | |
| take it | |
| as I said | |
| you will like it | |
| being here | |
| burning | |
| the dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
| digging deep, frozen grave, through cold veins, and to feel, cold blood race, proof of | |
| emptiness, and when it' s done, dust we become coats the dust we come from | |
| fingers pierce my soul is pulled from my body is cast down from heaven comes exile | |
| left behind | |
| wanting to breath | |
| start the fires | |
| that boil the seas | |
| beg for nothing | |
| on broken knees | |
| ultima bless me so | |
| yet, you watched her escape, your grasp, you' ve slipped | |
| Bless me so | |
| i won' t fall through | |
| to come hear again | |
| in your grief | |
| find your new place | |
| now repent | |
| then go drifting | |
| into the dark | |
| to find no light | |
| to search forever | |
| start the fires | |
| that boil the seas | |
| beg for nothing on broken knees |