Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Trip 21, artist - Ash. Album song Nu-Clear Sounds, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 04.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Echo Label
Song language: English
Death Trip 21 |
| Nu-Clear Sounds |
| Death Trip 21 |
| The story of a man who did never exist |
| Lord of the skies died |
| With no look in his eyes |
| Sleep walked into the afterlife |
| Died in his sleep |
| His face incomplete |
| You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff |
| Don’t let it get under your skin |
| I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass |
| You died in your sleep |
| Your face incomplete |
| One million miles away |
| My thoughts afloat in speculation |
| You fill my dreams like sandman |
| With the taste of hedonism and death |
| One million miles away |
| My thoughts afloat in speculation |
| You fill my dreams like sandman |
| With the taste of hedonism and death |
| Your dark resolve to change your face |
| On the eve of your death and resurrection |
| Heavy with sleep deprivation |
| By death and power intoxicated |
| The story of a man who did never exist |
| The surgeons have died |
| Found in barrels at a building site |
| Found dead with their nails ripped out |
| He died in his sleep |
| His face incomplete |
| One million miles away |
| My thoughts afloat in speculation |
| You fill my dreams like sandman |
| With the taste of hedonism and death |
| On million miles away |
| My thoughts afloat in speculation |
| You got a taste |
| You’re playing with the dark stuff |
| Don’t let it get under your skin |
| The world’s overpopulated |
| Fucked up anyway |
| You’d hate to think you were missing the fun |
| Don’t let it get under your skin |
| The world’s overpopulated |
| Fucked up anyway |
| You’d hate to think you were missing the fun |
| The story of a man who did never exist |
| Lord of the skies died |
| With no look in his eyes |
| Sleep walked into the afterlife |
| Died in his sleep |
| His face incomplete |
| You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff |
| Don’t let it get under your skin |
| I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass |
| You died in your sleep |
| Your face incomplete |
| One million miles away |
| My thoughts afloat in speculation |
| You fill my dreams like sandman |
| With the taste of hedonism and death |
| One million miles away |
| My thoughts afloat in speculation |
| You got a taste |
| You’re playing with the dark stuff |
| Don’t let it get under your skin |
| The world’s overpopulated |
| Fucked up anyway |
| You’d hate to think you were missing the fun |
| You got a taste you’re playing with the dark stuff |
| Don’t let it get under your skin |
| I seen your eyes in the bottom of my glass |
| You died in your sleep |
| Your face incomplete |