歌曲 | Internal Decay |
歌手 | Cancer |
专辑 | Death Shall Rise |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buchanan, Stokes, Walker | |
Lying on a bed, tragically | |
Ridden with a plague, inside of me | |
My stomach is decaying rapidly | |
Slowly I will die, not up to me | |
My body's rotting internally | |
Doomed to die abnormally | |
Tasting blood in my mouth,br> Blood-curdling death without a doubt | |
Manifestation, decaying flesh | |
Ulcers of pus, break and gush | |
Surgeon's knife, inserted clean | |
Internal decay, ain't no dream | |
Cancered organs exposed, spill out | |
Surgeon's instruments probe, I shout | |
They cut out bile and gore, with no shame | |
I'm lying on my back, in terrible pain | |
Feeling rubber-gloves intruding me | |
Cutting rotting flesh,br> Removing all the rot and bloody guts | |
Absorbing all the pus | |
The rest of me's ablaze through ablation | |
Abysmal torture | |
Acrid smells of death and vomit | |
Festering carnage | |
My mind writhes in this necropsy | |
The surgeon's blade | |
My body's become a mangled mess | |
The slaughter's made | |
Decapitation of what I once had | |
Amputation | |
My only hope is to die soon | |
Death sets in |
zuo ci : Buchanan, Stokes, Walker | |
Lying on a bed, tragically | |
Ridden with a plague, inside of me | |
My stomach is decaying rapidly | |
Slowly I will die, not up to me | |
My body' s rotting internally | |
Doomed to die abnormally | |
Tasting blood in my mouth, br Bloodcurdling death without a doubt | |
Manifestation, decaying flesh | |
Ulcers of pus, break and gush | |
Surgeon' s knife, inserted clean | |
Internal decay, ain' t no dream | |
Cancered organs exposed, spill out | |
Surgeon' s instruments probe, I shout | |
They cut out bile and gore, with no shame | |
I' m lying on my back, in terrible pain | |
Feeling rubbergloves intruding me | |
Cutting rotting flesh, br Removing all the rot and bloody guts | |
Absorbing all the pus | |
The rest of me' s ablaze through ablation | |
Abysmal torture | |
Acrid smells of death and vomit | |
Festering carnage | |
My mind writhes in this necropsy | |
The surgeon' s blade | |
My body' s become a mangled mess | |
The slaughter' s made | |
Decapitation of what I once had | |
Amputation | |
My only hope is to die soon | |
Death sets in |
zuò cí : Buchanan, Stokes, Walker | |
Lying on a bed, tragically | |
Ridden with a plague, inside of me | |
My stomach is decaying rapidly | |
Slowly I will die, not up to me | |
My body' s rotting internally | |
Doomed to die abnormally | |
Tasting blood in my mouth, br Bloodcurdling death without a doubt | |
Manifestation, decaying flesh | |
Ulcers of pus, break and gush | |
Surgeon' s knife, inserted clean | |
Internal decay, ain' t no dream | |
Cancered organs exposed, spill out | |
Surgeon' s instruments probe, I shout | |
They cut out bile and gore, with no shame | |
I' m lying on my back, in terrible pain | |
Feeling rubbergloves intruding me | |
Cutting rotting flesh, br Removing all the rot and bloody guts | |
Absorbing all the pus | |
The rest of me' s ablaze through ablation | |
Abysmal torture | |
Acrid smells of death and vomit | |
Festering carnage | |
My mind writhes in this necropsy | |
The surgeon' s blade | |
My body' s become a mangled mess | |
The slaughter' s made | |
Decapitation of what I once had | |
Amputation | |
My only hope is to die soon | |
Death sets in |