| Song | Twisted Lines |
| Artist | Hocico |
| Album | Signos de Aberracion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hocico | |
| Paint again without colors | |
| Drawing lines is not enough | |
| All your acts aren't drawings | |
| You can't hide them anymore | |
| You can laugh, but you can't feign | |
| That this line doesn't matter | |
| You can try, but you can't get | |
| What hands need to create | |
| Drawings vanish, time says | |
| You're about to paint your fate | |
| Now watch your step or you could stumble | |
| Stumble on your ****ing dirt | |
| You can see, but you can't face | |
| What your fear's about to taste | |
| You can try, but can't learn | |
| That scorn's what you deserve | |
| Whoever you are | |
| Whatever you want from me | |
| Whatever you say | |
| **** off and walk | |
| Draw yourself you'll see nothing | |
| You're just ink in a wrong place | |
| The wrong words, the wrong faces | |
| Twisted lines is all what you paint | |
| You can see, but you can't face | |
| What your fear's about to taste | |
| You can try, but you can't learn | |
| That scorn's what you deserve |
| zuo qu : Hocico | |
| Paint again without colors | |
| Drawing lines is not enough | |
| All your acts aren' t drawings | |
| You can' t hide them anymore | |
| You can laugh, but you can' t feign | |
| That this line doesn' t matter | |
| You can try, but you can' t get | |
| What hands need to create | |
| Drawings vanish, time says | |
| You' re about to paint your fate | |
| Now watch your step or you could stumble | |
| Stumble on your ing dirt | |
| You can see, but you can' t face | |
| What your fear' s about to taste | |
| You can try, but can' t learn | |
| That scorn' s what you deserve | |
| Whoever you are | |
| Whatever you want from me | |
| Whatever you say | |
| off and walk | |
| Draw yourself you' ll see nothing | |
| You' re just ink in a wrong place | |
| The wrong words, the wrong faces | |
| Twisted lines is all what you paint | |
| You can see, but you can' t face | |
| What your fear' s about to taste | |
| You can try, but you can' t learn | |
| That scorn' s what you deserve |
| zuò qǔ : Hocico | |
| Paint again without colors | |
| Drawing lines is not enough | |
| All your acts aren' t drawings | |
| You can' t hide them anymore | |
| You can laugh, but you can' t feign | |
| That this line doesn' t matter | |
| You can try, but you can' t get | |
| What hands need to create | |
| Drawings vanish, time says | |
| You' re about to paint your fate | |
| Now watch your step or you could stumble | |
| Stumble on your ing dirt | |
| You can see, but you can' t face | |
| What your fear' s about to taste | |
| You can try, but can' t learn | |
| That scorn' s what you deserve | |
| Whoever you are | |
| Whatever you want from me | |
| Whatever you say | |
| off and walk | |
| Draw yourself you' ll see nothing | |
| You' re just ink in a wrong place | |
| The wrong words, the wrong faces | |
| Twisted lines is all what you paint | |
| You can see, but you can' t face | |
| What your fear' s about to taste | |
| You can try, but you can' t learn | |
| That scorn' s what you deserve |