| Song | To A Breathless Oblivion |
| Artist | The Black Dahlia Murder |
| Album | Nocturnal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| the chair's been kicked a rope tied to the rafters | |
| blue faced and broken necked I sigh | |
| relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare | |
| of that hated sun burning the sky | |
| slumped like a headless scarecrow | |
| cold and limp against the wall | |
| blood paints a pattern of rorschach's design | |
| thawing the winter that burdens this heart | |
| shit stained and shameful | |
| an exit in disgrace | |
| not a splash but just a ripple left | |
| I end this life in vain | |
| in vain | |
| in the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake | |
| toward the reflection of the moon | |
| the night colored liquid arresting my lungs | |
| finally at peace in this watery tomb | |
| destroy this fragile body | |
| to be gorged upon by worms | |
| not a splash just a ripple is left | |
| in the wake of my merciless scorn | |
| beyond those cursed stars above | |
| lies the answer that I seek | |
| on the backs of bullets rides my name | |
| longing to kiss my cheek | |
| resentfully decline | |
| retire this hated life | |
| without guilt I break these veins | |
| carved with salvation's knife | |
| turn not away avert not your face | |
| this is how it was meant to be | |
| in silence found hanging there 'bove a pool of waste | |
| the beauteous workings of mortality | |
| no one can truly touch another parallel never to cross | |
| pointless fumbling sad mistake only capable of pain | |
| beyond those cursed stars above | |
| lies the answer that I seek | |
| on the backs of bullets rides my name | |
| longing to kiss my cheek | |
| resentfully decline | |
| retire this hated life | |
| without guilt I break these veins | |
| carved with salvation's knife | |
| (fades out) |
| zuo qu : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| the chair' s been kicked a rope tied to the rafters | |
| blue faced and broken necked I sigh | |
| relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare | |
| of that hated sun burning the sky | |
| slumped like a headless scarecrow | |
| cold and limp against the wall | |
| blood paints a pattern of rorschach' s design | |
| thawing the winter that burdens this heart | |
| shit stained and shameful | |
| an exit in disgrace | |
| not a splash but just a ripple left | |
| I end this life in vain | |
| in vain | |
| in the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake | |
| toward the reflection of the moon | |
| the night colored liquid arresting my lungs | |
| finally at peace in this watery tomb | |
| destroy this fragile body | |
| to be gorged upon by worms | |
| not a splash just a ripple is left | |
| in the wake of my merciless scorn | |
| beyond those cursed stars above | |
| lies the answer that I seek | |
| on the backs of bullets rides my name | |
| longing to kiss my cheek | |
| resentfully decline | |
| retire this hated life | |
| without guilt I break these veins | |
| carved with salvation' s knife | |
| turn not away avert not your face | |
| this is how it was meant to be | |
| in silence found hanging there ' bove a pool of waste | |
| the beauteous workings of mortality | |
| no one can truly touch another parallel never to cross | |
| pointless fumbling sad mistake only capable of pain | |
| beyond those cursed stars above | |
| lies the answer that I seek | |
| on the backs of bullets rides my name | |
| longing to kiss my cheek | |
| resentfully decline | |
| retire this hated life | |
| without guilt I break these veins | |
| carved with salvation' s knife | |
| fades out |
| zuò qǔ : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| the chair' s been kicked a rope tied to the rafters | |
| blue faced and broken necked I sigh | |
| relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare | |
| of that hated sun burning the sky | |
| slumped like a headless scarecrow | |
| cold and limp against the wall | |
| blood paints a pattern of rorschach' s design | |
| thawing the winter that burdens this heart | |
| shit stained and shameful | |
| an exit in disgrace | |
| not a splash but just a ripple left | |
| I end this life in vain | |
| in vain | |
| in the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake | |
| toward the reflection of the moon | |
| the night colored liquid arresting my lungs | |
| finally at peace in this watery tomb | |
| destroy this fragile body | |
| to be gorged upon by worms | |
| not a splash just a ripple is left | |
| in the wake of my merciless scorn | |
| beyond those cursed stars above | |
| lies the answer that I seek | |
| on the backs of bullets rides my name | |
| longing to kiss my cheek | |
| resentfully decline | |
| retire this hated life | |
| without guilt I break these veins | |
| carved with salvation' s knife | |
| turn not away avert not your face | |
| this is how it was meant to be | |
| in silence found hanging there ' bove a pool of waste | |
| the beauteous workings of mortality | |
| no one can truly touch another parallel never to cross | |
| pointless fumbling sad mistake only capable of pain | |
| beyond those cursed stars above | |
| lies the answer that I seek | |
| on the backs of bullets rides my name | |
| longing to kiss my cheek | |
| resentfully decline | |
| retire this hated life | |
| without guilt I break these veins | |
| carved with salvation' s knife | |
| fades out |