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标题:Scissors
艺人:Emery
专辑:We Do What We Want
作词:Emery
作曲:Emery
制谱人:Colton Wood
附注:
Watch for the hundreds of Time Signature Changes! I really hate how guitar pro makes the cymbals sound when I put the ghost hits in there, but that's alright. It should ring the first one out but no one really cares about the sound of these things, right?
注释:
*Dist. Off*Dist. Off*Dist. On*Dist. On(Synth)(Synth)Palm mutes are heldPalm mutes are held(Synth)Two guitars also play this along with the synth.*Choke
标记:IntroVerse 1Verse 2"Breakdown"ChorusBridgeInterludeChorusKey ChangeOutro
歌曲: Scissors
歌词:
In your brilliance, you became the only voice you trust.
If it's true then I'm dead, right where I stand.
Was the plan always this vicious?
You thought that your faith would carry you home,
But it left me there in the waiting room alone.
As I planned what to say, to the ones I'd be leaving,
All praise and honor seem so far away.
I never saw this coming, you can lose what you found.
And here comes the breakdown.
Careful, careful watch your mouth,
You're talking like you're such the innocent
(Accidents, accidents are we all?)
These words will be the death of you
This I swear, this I know.
The blame will find your hands,
The blame has found these hands.
It's hard to live this, to know if I mean it,
To let you know you have me, that I never can forget it.
And these last words I say here,
Are the last words that I will share, last words that I will share
So God I'm asking you do you even care?
My hands are shaking and they won't stop,
As the world becomes a hospital room.
I am not the one to ever disappear, but it's over now (over now)
Say it for the last time, one last time.
I want to let go of this world for you.
Careful, careful watch your mouth,
You're talking like you're such the innocent
(Accidents, accidents are we all?)
These words will be the death of you,
This I swear, this I know.
The blame will find your hands,
The blame has found these hands.
Hands held toward the sky,
In the cool air of October.
The whispers were always there,
But they never caught up to your words.
So will December find me all alone?
The wishful face of the believer,
Hope, but there is doubt that bleeds through.
Still, I am arrested by your presence,
Nothing will compare to you.