| Song | Burial Society |
| Artist | Have A Nice Life |
| Album | The Unnatural World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Have A Nice Life |
| [00:49.232] | I close my eyes a better man |
| [00:54.956] | Or imagine that I can imagine such a thing |
| [01:05.170] | And it goes on and on and on and on like that |
| [01:13.468] | Project myself into the air, and float in a weightless night |
| [01:22.554] | It’s better than sitting heavy backed, and sending waves of anxious hate into the street, trying to shut down the stop lights |
| [01:39.747] | It isn't real, but it feels real |
| [01:51.656] | It isn't real, but it feels real |
| [02:24.579] | As I crane my neck to an emptiness (better than knowing nothing at all) |
| [02:31.042] | I feel in my chest (I know I know myself) |
| [02:36.087] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [02:42.947] | Cause I’ll never know |
| [02:49.295] | “I’m weak again, stay inside, hate everything.” |
| [02:55.013] | Well hey, that’s our lot. And I’m already inside out |
| [03:00.176] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [03:05.793] | And I’ll never know what you said, because I’ll be ******* dead by then |
| [03:13.264] | “I’m weak again, stay inside, hate everything.” |
| [03:18.423] | Well hey, that’s our lot. And I’m already inside out |
| [03:23.983] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [03:30.330] | And I’ll never know what you said, because I’ll be ******* dead by then |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Have A Nice Life |
| [00:49.232] | I close my eyes a better man |
| [00:54.956] | Or imagine that I can imagine such a thing |
| [01:05.170] | And it goes on and on and on and on like that |
| [01:13.468] | Project myself into the air, and float in a weightless night |
| [01:22.554] | It' s better than sitting heavy backed, and sending waves of anxious hate into the street, trying to shut down the stop lights |
| [01:39.747] | It isn' t real, but it feels real |
| [01:51.656] | It isn' t real, but it feels real |
| [02:24.579] | As I crane my neck to an emptiness better than knowing nothing at all |
| [02:31.042] | I feel in my chest I know I know myself |
| [02:36.087] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [02:42.947] | Cause I' ll never know |
| [02:49.295] | " I' m weak again, stay inside, hate everything." |
| [02:55.013] | Well hey, that' s our lot. And I' m already inside out |
| [03:00.176] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [03:05.793] | And I' ll never know what you said, because I' ll be dead by then |
| [03:13.264] | " I' m weak again, stay inside, hate everything." |
| [03:18.423] | Well hey, that' s our lot. And I' m already inside out |
| [03:23.983] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [03:30.330] | And I' ll never know what you said, because I' ll be dead by then |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Have A Nice Life |
| [00:49.232] | I close my eyes a better man |
| [00:54.956] | Or imagine that I can imagine such a thing |
| [01:05.170] | And it goes on and on and on and on like that |
| [01:13.468] | Project myself into the air, and float in a weightless night |
| [01:22.554] | It' s better than sitting heavy backed, and sending waves of anxious hate into the street, trying to shut down the stop lights |
| [01:39.747] | It isn' t real, but it feels real |
| [01:51.656] | It isn' t real, but it feels real |
| [02:24.579] | As I crane my neck to an emptiness better than knowing nothing at all |
| [02:31.042] | I feel in my chest I know I know myself |
| [02:36.087] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [02:42.947] | Cause I' ll never know |
| [02:49.295] | " I' m weak again, stay inside, hate everything." |
| [02:55.013] | Well hey, that' s our lot. And I' m already inside out |
| [03:00.176] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [03:05.793] | And I' ll never know what you said, because I' ll be dead by then |
| [03:13.264] | " I' m weak again, stay inside, hate everything." |
| [03:18.423] | Well hey, that' s our lot. And I' m already inside out |
| [03:23.983] | Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up |
| [03:30.330] | And I' ll never know what you said, because I' ll be dead by then |