Binge Lyrics
| Song | Binge |
| Artist | Marriages |
| Album | Salome(Deluxe Version) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So loud | |
| The voice | |
| The life | |
| I take | |
| The sand | |
| From ground | |
| To hand | |
| I make | |
| So harsh | |
| The noise | |
| It soils | |
| My, my | |
| My head | |
| Head | |
| It hurts for miles | |
| I can’t | |
| And I won’t | |
| Be stormed | |
| And be still | |
| From what | |
| Still burns | |
| What I choose | |
| To kill | |
| So | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don’t tell me what should live when | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Yes | |
| Blood | |
| On my hands | |
| I did | |
| Drugged down | |
| In depths | |
| Of mine | |
| Unsolved | |
| Inside | |
| My child | |
| I swept | |
| To where a whore would ride me | |
| Call me by my birth name | |
| Call it, too, beside me | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don’t tell me what should live when | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is | |
| Oh Death | |
| Oh Death | |
| My good, sweet friend | |
| Won’t you lend your hand and | |
| Be it gently lent when | |
| Oh him | |
| Oh him | |
| When he come and went said | |
| Won’t you lend your hand then | |
| Oh gently lance it | |
| Don’t tell me how my blood should live | |
| I was born here empty | |
| When I’ve naught to give and | |
| This how a war inside will find me | |
| Ruin good, sweet friends and | |
| Ruin digging sites | |
| To where the whore she rides me | |
| Calls me by my first name | |
| Calls it at my bedside | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don’t tell me what should live as | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is |
| So loud | |
| The voice | |
| The life | |
| I take | |
| The sand | |
| From ground | |
| To hand | |
| I make | |
| So harsh | |
| The noise | |
| It soils | |
| My, my | |
| My head | |
| Head | |
| It hurts for miles | |
| I can' t | |
| And I won' t | |
| Be stormed | |
| And be still | |
| From what | |
| Still burns | |
| What I choose | |
| To kill | |
| So | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don' t tell me what should live when | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Yes | |
| Blood | |
| On my hands | |
| I did | |
| Drugged down | |
| In depths | |
| Of mine | |
| Unsolved | |
| Inside | |
| My child | |
| I swept | |
| To where a whore would ride me | |
| Call me by my birth name | |
| Call it, too, beside me | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don' t tell me what should live when | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is | |
| Oh Death | |
| Oh Death | |
| My good, sweet friend | |
| Won' t you lend your hand and | |
| Be it gently lent when | |
| Oh him | |
| Oh him | |
| When he come and went said | |
| Won' t you lend your hand then | |
| Oh gently lance it | |
| Don' t tell me how my blood should live | |
| I was born here empty | |
| When I' ve naught to give and | |
| This how a war inside will find me | |
| Ruin good, sweet friends and | |
| Ruin digging sites | |
| To where the whore she rides me | |
| Calls me by my first name | |
| Calls it at my bedside | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don' t tell me what should live as | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is |
| So loud | |
| The voice | |
| The life | |
| I take | |
| The sand | |
| From ground | |
| To hand | |
| I make | |
| So harsh | |
| The noise | |
| It soils | |
| My, my | |
| My head | |
| Head | |
| It hurts for miles | |
| I can' t | |
| And I won' t | |
| Be stormed | |
| And be still | |
| From what | |
| Still burns | |
| What I choose | |
| To kill | |
| So | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don' t tell me what should live when | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Blood | |
| Yes | |
| Blood | |
| On my hands | |
| I did | |
| Drugged down | |
| In depths | |
| Of mine | |
| Unsolved | |
| Inside | |
| My child | |
| I swept | |
| To where a whore would ride me | |
| Call me by my birth name | |
| Call it, too, beside me | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don' t tell me what should live when | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is | |
| Oh Death | |
| Oh Death | |
| My good, sweet friend | |
| Won' t you lend your hand and | |
| Be it gently lent when | |
| Oh him | |
| Oh him | |
| When he come and went said | |
| Won' t you lend your hand then | |
| Oh gently lance it | |
| Don' t tell me how my blood should live | |
| I was born here empty | |
| When I' ve naught to give and | |
| This how a war inside will find me | |
| Ruin good, sweet friends and | |
| Ruin digging sites | |
| To where the whore she rides me | |
| Calls me by my first name | |
| Calls it at my bedside | |
| Oh blood | |
| Don' t tell me what should live as | |
| I have come from Hell | |
| And I should know what love is |
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