歌曲 | National Disgrace |
歌手 | Angelus Apátrida |
专辑 | Clockwork |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
5 pm in the clock as you are buttoning up the suit of lights | |
People acclaim your arrival as their bloodlust rises | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
The entourage awaits you for the national disgrace | |
A bloodbath for the masses, the final test | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
What you call cultural traditions is just a cruel way of life | |
As the bull is crying don't you see the panic in it's eyes? | |
Don't you see the panic in it's eyes? | |
Don't you feel what I feel? | |
(Solo: David G. Álvarez) | |
You think you are so brave, one man can kill a half ton best | |
But nothing further from the truth, it's a coward feast | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
When the sword is cutting it's entrails I see you satisfied | |
White scarves are waved, two ears and a tail | |
And when you are stabbing the bull to death I see you smile | |
Blood spots in your face, signs of your crime | |
It's my turn | |
Let's overturn the tables, let's play the game backwards | |
If you are going to die while people cry out more and more | |
Let's give the bull the chance to torture, kill, humiliate you | |
And you are asking for it's mercy and all you get is the final touch | |
(Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo) | |
(Solo: David G. Álvarez) | |
(Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo) | |
(Solo: David G. Álvarez) | |
You're lost, you're desperate, you cry, you bleed, parts of the national disgrace | |
You die! |
5 pm in the clock as you are buttoning up the suit of lights | |
People acclaim your arrival as their bloodlust rises | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
The entourage awaits you for the national disgrace | |
A bloodbath for the masses, the final test | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
What you call cultural traditions is just a cruel way of life | |
As the bull is crying don' t you see the panic in it' s eyes? | |
Don' t you see the panic in it' s eyes? | |
Don' t you feel what I feel? | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
You think you are so brave, one man can kill a half ton best | |
But nothing further from the truth, it' s a coward feast | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
When the sword is cutting it' s entrails I see you satisfied | |
White scarves are waved, two ears and a tail | |
And when you are stabbing the bull to death I see you smile | |
Blood spots in your face, signs of your crime | |
It' s my turn | |
Let' s overturn the tables, let' s play the game backwards | |
If you are going to die while people cry out more and more | |
Let' s give the bull the chance to torture, kill, humiliate you | |
And you are asking for it' s mercy and all you get is the final touch | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
You' re lost, you' re desperate, you cry, you bleed, parts of the national disgrace | |
You die! |
5 pm in the clock as you are buttoning up the suit of lights | |
People acclaim your arrival as their bloodlust rises | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
The entourage awaits you for the national disgrace | |
A bloodbath for the masses, the final test | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
What you call cultural traditions is just a cruel way of life | |
As the bull is crying don' t you see the panic in it' s eyes? | |
Don' t you see the panic in it' s eyes? | |
Don' t you feel what I feel? | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
You think you are so brave, one man can kill a half ton best | |
But nothing further from the truth, it' s a coward feast | |
The festival | |
Sensational | |
When the sword is cutting it' s entrails I see you satisfied | |
White scarves are waved, two ears and a tail | |
And when you are stabbing the bull to death I see you smile | |
Blood spots in your face, signs of your crime | |
It' s my turn | |
Let' s overturn the tables, let' s play the game backwards | |
If you are going to die while people cry out more and more | |
Let' s give the bull the chance to torture, kill, humiliate you | |
And you are asking for it' s mercy and all you get is the final touch | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
You' re lost, you' re desperate, you cry, you bleed, parts of the national disgrace | |
You die! |