| Song | Pretty Hate |
| Artist | Vision of Disorder |
| Album | From Bliss To Devestation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Vision Of Disorder | |
| I'll chew you up and spit you out. | |
| I'll build you up and break you down. | |
| My love... | |
| And out it came, out came the shot. | |
| I'll chew you up and spit ou out. | |
| I'll build you up and break you down. | |
| My love... | |
| Chorus: You're so pretty... | |
| Hate... I think | |
| I got my mind made up. | |
| I think I got it right. | |
| But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
| The flowers that died. | |
| They died. | |
| All is said, all is done, all is gone. | |
| Most terrible thing, | |
| That i've ever seen | |
| Brown eyed girl, lost in a brown dream. | |
| Chorus: You're so pretty... | |
| Hate... I think | |
| I got my mind made up. | |
| I think I got it right. | |
| But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
| The flowers that died. | |
| They died. | |
| I'll chew you up and spit you out. | |
| I'll build you up and break you down... | |
| You're so pretty... | |
| Hate... |
| zuo ci : Vision Of Disorder | |
| I' ll chew you up and spit you out. | |
| I' ll build you up and break you down. | |
| My love... | |
| And out it came, out came the shot. | |
| I' ll chew you up and spit ou out. | |
| I' ll build you up and break you down. | |
| My love... | |
| Chorus: You' re so pretty... | |
| Hate... I think | |
| I got my mind made up. | |
| I think I got it right. | |
| But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
| The flowers that died. | |
| They died. | |
| All is said, all is done, all is gone. | |
| Most terrible thing, | |
| That i' ve ever seen | |
| Brown eyed girl, lost in a brown dream. | |
| Chorus: You' re so pretty... | |
| Hate... I think | |
| I got my mind made up. | |
| I think I got it right. | |
| But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
| The flowers that died. | |
| They died. | |
| I' ll chew you up and spit you out. | |
| I' ll build you up and break you down... | |
| You' re so pretty... | |
| Hate... |
| zuò cí : Vision Of Disorder | |
| I' ll chew you up and spit you out. | |
| I' ll build you up and break you down. | |
| My love... | |
| And out it came, out came the shot. | |
| I' ll chew you up and spit ou out. | |
| I' ll build you up and break you down. | |
| My love... | |
| Chorus: You' re so pretty... | |
| Hate... I think | |
| I got my mind made up. | |
| I think I got it right. | |
| But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
| The flowers that died. | |
| They died. | |
| All is said, all is done, all is gone. | |
| Most terrible thing, | |
| That i' ve ever seen | |
| Brown eyed girl, lost in a brown dream. | |
| Chorus: You' re so pretty... | |
| Hate... I think | |
| I got my mind made up. | |
| I think I got it right. | |
| But twisted words, empty boxes. | |
| The flowers that died. | |
| They died. | |
| I' ll chew you up and spit you out. | |
| I' ll build you up and break you down... | |
| You' re so pretty... | |
| Hate... |