Surge Of Pity Lyrics
| Song | Surge Of Pity |
| Artist | Nightrage |
| Album | A New Disease Is Born |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nightrage | |
| A lie hurts more than the truth. | |
| My favorite scary colour, peered | |
| into the darkness these small uncertain moves. | |
| Is there any truth in their words? | |
| Misfortune never come singly | |
| They went over to my enemies. | |
| Fighting against heavy odds. | |
| Shameless lie uncontrolled figures. | |
| Bow to the inevitable | |
| Life playing such games | |
| Can you really answer these | |
| Harmless questions of life? | |
| Audience of the madness remnants of my mind | |
| Invading my thoughts. Conjure up the spirit of the | |
| dead. | |
| Deeds speak louder than words | |
| Harsh actions a suspicious look. | |
| The pricking of thorns, the sting of remorse | |
| The stimulus of praise. | |
| Listening to this dead march, under a maze of pity. | |
| A surge of pity. The pricking of thorns. | |
| The stimulus of praise. |
| zuo qu : Nightrage | |
| A lie hurts more than the truth. | |
| My favorite scary colour, peered | |
| into the darkness these small uncertain moves. | |
| Is there any truth in their words? | |
| Misfortune never come singly | |
| They went over to my enemies. | |
| Fighting against heavy odds. | |
| Shameless lie uncontrolled figures. | |
| Bow to the inevitable | |
| Life playing such games | |
| Can you really answer these | |
| Harmless questions of life? | |
| Audience of the madness remnants of my mind | |
| Invading my thoughts. Conjure up the spirit of the | |
| dead. | |
| Deeds speak louder than words | |
| Harsh actions a suspicious look. | |
| The pricking of thorns, the sting of remorse | |
| The stimulus of praise. | |
| Listening to this dead march, under a maze of pity. | |
| A surge of pity. The pricking of thorns. | |
| The stimulus of praise. |
| zuò qǔ : Nightrage | |
| A lie hurts more than the truth. | |
| My favorite scary colour, peered | |
| into the darkness these small uncertain moves. | |
| Is there any truth in their words? | |
| Misfortune never come singly | |
| They went over to my enemies. | |
| Fighting against heavy odds. | |
| Shameless lie uncontrolled figures. | |
| Bow to the inevitable | |
| Life playing such games | |
| Can you really answer these | |
| Harmless questions of life? | |
| Audience of the madness remnants of my mind | |
| Invading my thoughts. Conjure up the spirit of the | |
| dead. | |
| Deeds speak louder than words | |
| Harsh actions a suspicious look. | |
| The pricking of thorns, the sting of remorse | |
| The stimulus of praise. | |
| Listening to this dead march, under a maze of pity. | |
| A surge of pity. The pricking of thorns. | |
| The stimulus of praise. |
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