The Atrocity Exhibition 歌词

	作词 : Holt
	The glorious frailty of the human mind
	Leads us to deceive the mother of mankind
	Nature is our master, we serve her through our deeds
	She teaches us that only death is guaranteed
	If there was a hell, there must
	I ever be
	Eternal life in heaven is but a fallacy
	So if death is nothing, but a path to be trod
	Walk with me and let me introduce you to your
	God Come see an exhibition of atrocity
	An ocean of eternity
	One in which the shore you’ll never see
	Or your God of make believe
	You speak to the sky and no one answers back
	And yet you wager the word of
	God is fact
	The horrors we imagine in vivid clarity
	Become a spectacle, your
	God’s atrocities
	A mirror image, reflection of your soul
	Just nature’s play, all her children have a role
	God’s an actor, the world nature’s stage
	Our fates are scripted like so many letters on a page
	A composition of atrocity
	The Story of
	Christianity
	A fairy tale of tyranny
	Recipe for catastrophe [Solo: Gary]
	Man’s inclination
	Is to bend those who oppose to our will
	Dream after dream, time after time he who conquers endures
	The grand design of the mother
	We the disease, and her the cure [Solo: Lee]
	Unsatisfied longing for the slaughter
	The master often slays her sons and her daughters
	Death is but and undress of skin and of bone
	When you return to her, no sins to atone
	The ending is the same for the vile and devout
	Let all the poisons that lurk in the mind
	Hatch out
	She has predetermined our end
	Nothing more she will portend

	zuo ci : Holt
	The glorious frailty of the human mind
	Leads us to deceive the mother of mankind
	Nature is our master, we serve her through our deeds
	She teaches us that only death is guaranteed
	If there was a hell, there must
	I ever be
	Eternal life in heaven is but a fallacy
	So if death is nothing, but a path to be trod
	Walk with me and let me introduce you to your
	God Come see an exhibition of atrocity
	An ocean of eternity
	One in which the shore you' ll never see
	Or your God of make believe
	You speak to the sky and no one answers back
	And yet you wager the word of
	God is fact
	The horrors we imagine in vivid clarity
	Become a spectacle, your
	God' s atrocities
	A mirror image, reflection of your soul
	Just nature' s play, all her children have a role
	God' s an actor, the world nature' s stage
	Our fates are scripted like so many letters on a page
	A composition of atrocity
	The Story of
	Christianity
	A fairy tale of tyranny
	Recipe for catastrophe Solo: Gary
	Man' s inclination
	Is to bend those who oppose to our will
	Dream after dream, time after time he who conquers endures
	The grand design of the mother
	We the disease, and her the cure Solo: Lee
	Unsatisfied longing for the slaughter
	The master often slays her sons and her daughters
	Death is but and undress of skin and of bone
	When you return to her, no sins to atone
	The ending is the same for the vile and devout
	Let all the poisons that lurk in the mind
	Hatch out
	She has predetermined our end
	Nothing more she will portend

	zuò cí : Holt
	The glorious frailty of the human mind
	Leads us to deceive the mother of mankind
	Nature is our master, we serve her through our deeds
	She teaches us that only death is guaranteed
	If there was a hell, there must
	I ever be
	Eternal life in heaven is but a fallacy
	So if death is nothing, but a path to be trod
	Walk with me and let me introduce you to your
	God Come see an exhibition of atrocity
	An ocean of eternity
	One in which the shore you' ll never see
	Or your God of make believe
	You speak to the sky and no one answers back
	And yet you wager the word of
	God is fact
	The horrors we imagine in vivid clarity
	Become a spectacle, your
	God' s atrocities
	A mirror image, reflection of your soul
	Just nature' s play, all her children have a role
	God' s an actor, the world nature' s stage
	Our fates are scripted like so many letters on a page
	A composition of atrocity
	The Story of
	Christianity
	A fairy tale of tyranny
	Recipe for catastrophe Solo: Gary
	Man' s inclination
	Is to bend those who oppose to our will
	Dream after dream, time after time he who conquers endures
	The grand design of the mother
	We the disease, and her the cure Solo: Lee
	Unsatisfied longing for the slaughter
	The master often slays her sons and her daughters
	Death is but and undress of skin and of bone
	When you return to her, no sins to atone
	The ending is the same for the vile and devout
	Let all the poisons that lurk in the mind
	Hatch out
	She has predetermined our end
	Nothing more she will portend

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