Other Exercises
Suffocating Under Words Of Sorrow (Live) 
Medium
by Bullet For My Valentine
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
(Donnington Park)
(This is Under of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is starting here we go
I check out everything
This is our time to lose control
What do you want from me
You line them up we'll put them down
This is so frustrating
To you sleazing all around
Yet you on smiling
can I do to you see
You're guilty
What can I do to you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped from her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's lying on the floor
But I on staring
My world is over
the door
Her skin behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped down her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
can I do to you see
You're guilty
I'm under of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
(This is Under of Sorrow!)
(Oh yes, Yeah!)
The night is starting here we go
I check out everything
This is our time to lose control
What do you want from me
You line them up we'll put them down
This is so frustrating
To you sleazing all around
Yet you on smiling
can I do to you see
You're guilty
What can I do to you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under words of sorrow
Her skin reflects behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped from her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
I'm suffocating under of sorrow
(Y-uh!)
(Donnington!)
(Yeah!)
There's lying on the floor
But I on staring
My world is over
the door
Her skin behind the blur
I'm intoxicated
Where am I from why am I here
You're so predictable
Fingers running my hair
But it's all just fiction
She stripped down her underwear
So beautiful
What can I do to make you see
You're guilty
What can I do to make you feel
You're wanted
can I do to you see
You're guilty
I'm under of sorrow
Words of sorrow
(Thanks you Donnington!)
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
