Nhạc sĩ: David Arnold, Jah Wobble, Björk
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
The Conjuring 4 Darling, stop confusing me With your wishful thinking Hopeful embraces Don't you understand? I have to go through this I belong to here where no one cares And no one loves No light, no air to live in A place called hate The city of hell Conjuring Conjuring I play dead It stops the sting I play dead And the hurt stops It's sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private tortures I nestle into pain Hug suffering Caress every hand Conjuring I play dead It stops the sting I play dead It stops the sting It stops the... I play dead It stops the... I play dead
