| Song | My Assassin |
| Artist | The Bled |
| Album | Found In The Flood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bled, Muñoz, Talley | |
| The sky blistered red, shot's ring overhead. | |
| I'm scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams. | |
| The message was dislocated, misconveyed, incinerated. | |
| In the wake of war, just listen for the flood. | |
| The arthritis in us all is choking me out. | |
| It's killing me. | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There's no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? | |
| We must have been seduced by the | |
| Can't you hear the bombs are calling, all our old habits their own. | |
| A sniper patiently awaiting me in every catacomb. | |
| Are you scared girl? | |
| Won't you be my assassin? | |
| Hunted down for the last time and carried you home. | |
| The arthritis in us all is choking me out. | |
| It's killing me. | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There's no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? | |
| Bring on the love 'cause here comes the flood. | |
| Bring on the love 'cause here it comes... | |
| We must have been seduced by the calm of the isle as we tied our wrists. | |
| Our wrists in the shallow. | |
| Tied too tight in the shallow | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There's no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? |
| zuo qu : Bled, Mu oz, Talley | |
| The sky blistered red, shot' s ring overhead. | |
| I' m scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams. | |
| The message was dislocated, misconveyed, incinerated. | |
| In the wake of war, just listen for the flood. | |
| The arthritis in us all is choking me out. | |
| It' s killing me. | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There' s no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? | |
| We must have been seduced by the | |
| Can' t you hear the bombs are calling, all our old habits their own. | |
| A sniper patiently awaiting me in every catacomb. | |
| Are you scared girl? | |
| Won' t you be my assassin? | |
| Hunted down for the last time and carried you home. | |
| The arthritis in us all is choking me out. | |
| It' s killing me. | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There' s no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? | |
| Bring on the love ' cause here comes the flood. | |
| Bring on the love ' cause here it comes... | |
| We must have been seduced by the calm of the isle as we tied our wrists. | |
| Our wrists in the shallow. | |
| Tied too tight in the shallow | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There' s no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? |
| zuò qǔ : Bled, Mu oz, Talley | |
| The sky blistered red, shot' s ring overhead. | |
| I' m scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams. | |
| The message was dislocated, misconveyed, incinerated. | |
| In the wake of war, just listen for the flood. | |
| The arthritis in us all is choking me out. | |
| It' s killing me. | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There' s no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? | |
| We must have been seduced by the | |
| Can' t you hear the bombs are calling, all our old habits their own. | |
| A sniper patiently awaiting me in every catacomb. | |
| Are you scared girl? | |
| Won' t you be my assassin? | |
| Hunted down for the last time and carried you home. | |
| The arthritis in us all is choking me out. | |
| It' s killing me. | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There' s no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? | |
| Bring on the love ' cause here comes the flood. | |
| Bring on the love ' cause here it comes... | |
| We must have been seduced by the calm of the isle as we tied our wrists. | |
| Our wrists in the shallow. | |
| Tied too tight in the shallow | |
| Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood. | |
| Collapse. | |
| This is our last chance. | |
| There' s no time for relapse, ust listen for the flood. | |
| If not us, can | |
| I just save you? |