Child Of Styx 歌詞

Child of Styx False pleasures do abound The staff picks Have run us underground There are no schools left to accept you Child of Styx A famous photojournalist Couldn't have said it better when you said I'm tired of chasing history's head Perfection lies in the letter Await the resurrection of style A love of grace could carry us through What's a country mile to the likes of you Just please Don't call them like you see them No, please Don't call them like you see them No, please Don't call them like you see them What was once behind the red door Is still behind the red door Child of Styx