歌词
Pleasure
Killing me softly now
Release all the pressure
The temperature elevates the road to paradise
Your haunting never felt so good
Eliciting feelings of grandeur
This nature
Illuminates the parasite that's
Inside
My paradise in ruin
When the rain pours
I stand there and smile as I look at grey filled skies
Flood all the air in my lungs
Drowning from all of my shame
And though the sky's falling down I'm at peace with this vice
So sick
Their cures are cycles
We were never made to feel anything but nothing
Better now, but never better
Stormy skies with darker weather
Can't we get our fix?
Can't we get our fix?
Pressure from tending new wounds
(Pressure)
Killing me softly, eroding my peace
(Killing)
What will be the aftermath?
(Aftermath)
When all is said
Do I sow what I reap?
(You reap what you sow)
I reap what I sow
So sick
Their cures are cycles
We were never made to feel anything but nothing
Better now, but never better
Stormy skies with darker weather
Can't I get my fix?
Can't I get my fix?
So sick
Their cures are cycles
We were never made to feel anything but nothing
Better now, but never better
Stormy skies with darker weather
Can't we get our fix?