Rifle

Rifle - The Last Dinner Party

Lyrics by：Lizzie Mayland/Emily Roberts/Georgia Davies/Aurora Nishevci/Casper Miles/Abigail Morris

Composed by：Lizzie Mayland/Emily Roberts/Georgia Davies/Aurora Nishevci/Casper Miles/Abigail Morris

Produced by：Markus Dravs

Turn your head boy the deer has fled

Boots and rifles are stained with red

Close your eyes boy there's nowt but death

Palms and fingerprints are stained all red

Red red red

Red red red

In that cave we found cloth and steel that bound your callous hands

Rising from the tomb of your mother's womb are you happy now?

Now the world is bare people sing your prayers but you talk too loud

Can we stay a while?

Whisper tell me why

Oh God how you've grown

Ah

Crush to dust

Ah

All you love

Ah

Does it feel good

Ah

Spilling blood?

In your little fist the dagger's wet

Pierce and ruin me but to what end?

End end let this be the end

The end the end the end

Ah

Crush to dust

Ah

All you love

Ah

Does it feel good

Ah

Spilling blood?

Les fleurs meurent sous ton regard

Les mers se brisent dans tes bras

Le pouvoir de tes mains m'éclatent

Je grimpe au ciel avec hâte

Le pouvoir de ton grand orage

Je m'enfuis entre les nuages

Mais le ciel n'a rien à me dire

Les étoiles détournent leur visage

L'aube rampe à travers le nuit

C'est toi mon fils tu es la fin

Ah

Crush to dust

Ah

All you love

Ah

And does it feel good

Ah

Spilling blood?

Ah ah ah ah-ah

Ah ah ah ah-ah