歌曲 | Inside the Termite Mound |
歌手 | Killing Joke |
专辑 | Extremities, Dirt & Various Repressed Emotions |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Atkins, Coleman, Walker | |
By day we're dormant | |
Because it's too hot outside now | |
Nocturnal notions (as we leave or cocoons) | |
Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations | |
Shading the cities of the world to come | |
I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
Inside the termite mound | |
I walked past the nursery | |
All the children have gone now | |
(The rules we taught them are what they've become) | |
Move past the people (they make me feel so indifferent) | |
Serving their purpose | |
It's their purpose to serve | |
A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth | |
These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire | |
Bars and bazaars of self-gratification | |
Live to consume | |
Live for momentary pleasures | |
I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
Inside the termite mound. |
zuo ci : Atkins, Coleman, Walker | |
By day we' re dormant | |
Because it' s too hot outside now | |
Nocturnal notions as we leave or cocoons | |
Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations | |
Shading the cities of the world to come | |
I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
Inside the termite mound | |
I walked past the nursery | |
All the children have gone now | |
The rules we taught them are what they' ve become | |
Move past the people they make me feel so indifferent | |
Serving their purpose | |
It' s their purpose to serve | |
A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth | |
These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire | |
Bars and bazaars of selfgratification | |
Live to consume | |
Live for momentary pleasures | |
I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
Inside the termite mound. |
zuò cí : Atkins, Coleman, Walker | |
By day we' re dormant | |
Because it' s too hot outside now | |
Nocturnal notions as we leave or cocoons | |
Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations | |
Shading the cities of the world to come | |
I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
Inside the termite mound | |
I walked past the nursery | |
All the children have gone now | |
The rules we taught them are what they' ve become | |
Move past the people they make me feel so indifferent | |
Serving their purpose | |
It' s their purpose to serve | |
A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth | |
These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire | |
Bars and bazaars of selfgratification | |
Live to consume | |
Live for momentary pleasures | |
I listen to the sound, the endless construction | |
Inside the termite mound. |