| Song | Torn From Within |
| Artist | Diecast |
| Album | Tearing Down Your Blue Skies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Diecast, Stoddard | |
| Know, I can see, through your costomthat's conceiling all your lies, our disguisemeant the pureify your deflecation. | |
| YOU, don't look at me | |
| YOU. won't look at me | |
| You know that your time's forthcoming | |
| YOU, won't look at me | |
| YOU, don't look away | |
| When you blink your eyes | |
| I will appear | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how do you like this? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the fist to the fist to the face. | |
| I won't describe all the pain that | |
| I will bring upon you. | |
| Look in my eyes, or did your shame destroy all your vision? | |
| YOU, can'trun away | |
| YOU, won't run away | |
| You can't run away, you coward. | |
| YOU, won't run away | |
| YOU, will face up | |
| You will face up when you're in the ground | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how do you like this? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the fist to the fist to the face. | |
| Maybe I seem shrewd | |
| I know we can't save the world | |
| I will do my part. | |
| So let's get started. | |
| Say what you meen. | |
| Meen what you say. | |
| Throw your fist in the air. | |
| It's just begining. | |
| Swing the broken fist of | |
| God.Faith is shattered. | |
| Swing the broken fist of | |
| GodFaith is shattered. | |
| Can't run away |
| zuo qu : Diecast, Stoddard | |
| Know, I can see, through your costomthat' s conceiling all your lies, our disguisemeant the pureify your deflecation. | |
| YOU, don' t look at me | |
| YOU. won' t look at me | |
| You know that your time' s forthcoming | |
| YOU, won' t look at me | |
| YOU, don' t look away | |
| When you blink your eyes | |
| I will appear | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how do you like this? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the fist to the fist to the face. | |
| I won' t describe all the pain that | |
| I will bring upon you. | |
| Look in my eyes, or did your shame destroy all your vision? | |
| YOU, can' trun away | |
| YOU, won' t run away | |
| You can' t run away, you coward. | |
| YOU, won' t run away | |
| YOU, will face up | |
| You will face up when you' re in the ground | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how do you like this? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the fist to the fist to the face. | |
| Maybe I seem shrewd | |
| I know we can' t save the world | |
| I will do my part. | |
| So let' s get started. | |
| Say what you meen. | |
| Meen what you say. | |
| Throw your fist in the air. | |
| It' s just begining. | |
| Swing the broken fist of | |
| God. Faith is shattered. | |
| Swing the broken fist of | |
| GodFaith is shattered. | |
| Can' t run away |
| zuò qǔ : Diecast, Stoddard | |
| Know, I can see, through your costomthat' s conceiling all your lies, our disguisemeant the pureify your deflecation. | |
| YOU, don' t look at me | |
| YOU. won' t look at me | |
| You know that your time' s forthcoming | |
| YOU, won' t look at me | |
| YOU, don' t look away | |
| When you blink your eyes | |
| I will appear | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how do you like this? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the fist to the fist to the face. | |
| I won' t describe all the pain that | |
| I will bring upon you. | |
| Look in my eyes, or did your shame destroy all your vision? | |
| YOU, can' trun away | |
| YOU, won' t run away | |
| You can' t run away, you coward. | |
| YOU, won' t run away | |
| YOU, will face up | |
| You will face up when you' re in the ground | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how do you like this? | |
| Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste? | |
| Fist to the fist to the fist to the face. | |
| Maybe I seem shrewd | |
| I know we can' t save the world | |
| I will do my part. | |
| So let' s get started. | |
| Say what you meen. | |
| Meen what you say. | |
| Throw your fist in the air. | |
| It' s just begining. | |
| Swing the broken fist of | |
| God. Faith is shattered. | |
| Swing the broken fist of | |
| GodFaith is shattered. | |
| Can' t run away |