[00:00.00] 作词 : BJOERLER, ANDERS MARTIN / BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK / DOLVING, PETER WILHARD INGVAR / JENSEN, PATRIK / MOELLER JENSEN, PER
[00:01.00] 作曲 : BJOERLER, ANDERS MARTIN / BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK / DOLVING, PETER WILHARD INGVAR / JENSEN, PATRIK / MOELLER JENSEN, PER
[00:08.67][Dolving talks] "Come a little bit closer. So I can see what you taste like. A pale face. A vision of suicide. Dead ends and a St.Jude figurine. Bury me in a shallow grave. So the dogs can dig me out. If I die tonight, well that suits me fine. 'Caus I'd be better off covered in lye." [Chorus:]
[01:09.06]This one is abysmal.
[01:09.81]This one is a oneway ticket down.
[01:10.56]Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but
[01:30.03]I lost that too.
[01:31.65]So what am
[01:31.86]I gonna do now?
[01:36.69]I sold my soul for a reasonable stake.
[01:37.74]The devil done paved the way.
[01:39.54]And I'll claim the prize 'til the day
[01:40.29]I go, When all hell comes to carry me home.
[01:43.92]A beckoning shape.
[01:45.81]A crow to lead me on.
[01:46.47]Lower me down below. [Chorus:]
[01:55.95]This one is abysmal.
[01:56.85]This one is a oneway ticket down.
[01:57.51]Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but
[02:05.19]I lost that too.
[02:19.08]So what am
[02:19.29]I gonna do now?
[02:19.56]The Peripherol know the cold centre of hate,
[02:21.48]It burns clean and kills the pain.
[02:27.15]I'll cut you open and spit in your eyes.
[02:30.57]A foul spectacle to behold.
[02:31.59]A beckoning shape.
[02:34.80]A crow to lead you on.
[02:35.19]Lower me down the hatch and swallow me whole.
[02:36.99]Here I go...
[04:26.64]Come a little bit closer,
[04:27.27]Come a little bit closer,
[04:27.96]Come a little bit closer
[04:38.04]So i can see what you taste like.

作词 : BJOERLER, ANDERS MARTIN / BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK / DOLVING, PETER WILHARD INGVAR / JENSEN, PATRIK / MOELLER JENSEN, PER
作曲 : BJOERLER, ANDERS MARTIN / BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK / DOLVING, PETER WILHARD INGVAR / JENSEN, PATRIK / MOELLER JENSEN, PER
"Come a little bit closer. So I can see what you taste like. A pale face. A vision of suicide. Dead ends and a St.Jude figurine. Bury me in a shallow grave. So the dogs can dig me out. If I die tonight, well that suits me fine. 'Caus I'd be better off covered in lye."
This one is abysmal.
This one is a oneway ticket down.
Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but
I lost that too.
So what am
I gonna do now?
I sold my soul for a reasonable stake.
The devil done paved the way.
And I'll claim the prize 'til the day
I go, When all hell comes to carry me home.
A beckoning shape.
A crow to lead me on.
Lower me down below.
This one is abysmal.
This one is a oneway ticket down.
Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but
I lost that too.
So what am
I gonna do now?
The Peripherol know the cold centre of hate,
It burns clean and kills the pain.
I'll cut you open and spit in your eyes.
A foul spectacle to behold.
A beckoning shape.
A crow to lead you on.
Lower me down the hatch and swallow me whole.
Here I go...
Come a little bit closer,
Come a little bit closer,
Come a little bit closer
So i can see what you taste like.