| Song | The Lying Lies & Dirty Secrets of Miss Erica Court |
| Artist | Coheed and Cambria |
| Album | Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 1: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coheed & Cambria, Sanchez | |
| They move too fast to be words behind your teeth | |
| The give and go of most of your memories | |
| But I'm not the one that they need pray for | |
| If I've got it all then what does do | |
| Leave it alone | |
| Oh that once little boy we used to know | |
| Are you willing... well? | |
| Help!!! | |
| Now off to the hell your God has sold | |
| To find | |
| That never again will you rely | |
| On the words of your friends | |
| In the unwritten end | |
| For when you go they won't be following | |
| Now sell all your friends | |
| For the unwritten end | |
| Cause when you go they won't be following him | |
| I'll move the knife to show you of my cut | |
| With the worst of truth from here | |
| I drew no blood | |
| So you're not as real just what I thought up | |
| You're just a page I'll burn from a book | |
| That has nothing to show | |
| Of that once little boy we used to know | |
| Am I killing you? | |
| Help!!! | |
| Now off to the hell your God has sold | |
| To find | |
| That never again will you rely | |
| On the words of your friends | |
| In the unwritten end | |
| For when you go they won't be following | |
| Now sell all your friends | |
| For the unwritten end | |
| Cause when you go they won't be following | |
| No, no, I said "When you go they won't be following" | |
| Whoa, no, I said "When you go they won't be following him" | |
| Believer... believe it or not you'll know | |
| When it ends and how it goes | |
| Believer... believe it or not you'll know | |
| When it ends and how it goes |
| zuo qu : Coheed Cambria, Sanchez | |
| They move too fast to be words behind your teeth | |
| The give and go of most of your memories | |
| But I' m not the one that they need pray for | |
| If I' ve got it all then what does do | |
| Leave it alone | |
| Oh that once little boy we used to know | |
| Are you willing... well? | |
| Help!!! | |
| Now off to the hell your God has sold | |
| To find | |
| That never again will you rely | |
| On the words of your friends | |
| In the unwritten end | |
| For when you go they won' t be following | |
| Now sell all your friends | |
| For the unwritten end | |
| Cause when you go they won' t be following him | |
| I' ll move the knife to show you of my cut | |
| With the worst of truth from here | |
| I drew no blood | |
| So you' re not as real just what I thought up | |
| You' re just a page I' ll burn from a book | |
| That has nothing to show | |
| Of that once little boy we used to know | |
| Am I killing you? | |
| Help!!! | |
| Now off to the hell your God has sold | |
| To find | |
| That never again will you rely | |
| On the words of your friends | |
| In the unwritten end | |
| For when you go they won' t be following | |
| Now sell all your friends | |
| For the unwritten end | |
| Cause when you go they won' t be following | |
| No, no, I said " When you go they won' t be following" | |
| Whoa, no, I said " When you go they won' t be following him" | |
| Believer... believe it or not you' ll know | |
| When it ends and how it goes | |
| Believer... believe it or not you' ll know | |
| When it ends and how it goes |
| zuò qǔ : Coheed Cambria, Sanchez | |
| They move too fast to be words behind your teeth | |
| The give and go of most of your memories | |
| But I' m not the one that they need pray for | |
| If I' ve got it all then what does do | |
| Leave it alone | |
| Oh that once little boy we used to know | |
| Are you willing... well? | |
| Help!!! | |
| Now off to the hell your God has sold | |
| To find | |
| That never again will you rely | |
| On the words of your friends | |
| In the unwritten end | |
| For when you go they won' t be following | |
| Now sell all your friends | |
| For the unwritten end | |
| Cause when you go they won' t be following him | |
| I' ll move the knife to show you of my cut | |
| With the worst of truth from here | |
| I drew no blood | |
| So you' re not as real just what I thought up | |
| You' re just a page I' ll burn from a book | |
| That has nothing to show | |
| Of that once little boy we used to know | |
| Am I killing you? | |
| Help!!! | |
| Now off to the hell your God has sold | |
| To find | |
| That never again will you rely | |
| On the words of your friends | |
| In the unwritten end | |
| For when you go they won' t be following | |
| Now sell all your friends | |
| For the unwritten end | |
| Cause when you go they won' t be following | |
| No, no, I said " When you go they won' t be following" | |
| Whoa, no, I said " When you go they won' t be following him" | |
| Believer... believe it or not you' ll know | |
| When it ends and how it goes | |
| Believer... believe it or not you' ll know | |
| When it ends and how it goes |