Day 3 - 歌词大全

Stare in the face of the grim death Screaming monsters bring me to deafness My dagger and swagger are useless in the face of the mirror When the mirror is made of my face This is the house of death Where even angels die in arms of demons This is the house of death Where even angels die in arms from a demons Hide your heart in your gut But for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown This is the house of death Where even angels die in arms of demons This is the house of death Where even angels die in arms from a demons No-one is exempt from the odds of even No-one is exempt from the odds of even No-one is exempt from the odds of even No-one is exempt from the odds of even