歌曲 | To Fell Goliath |
歌手 | Ulcerate |
专辑 | Of Fracture and Failure |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Read, Ulcerate | |
Lynch the god of disease | |
And sever his wings | |
Hang him upon the red beneath the green | |
But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line | |
And the mob is thinning and there is no time | |
With the blind masturbating the blind | |
The prophets are left with no one to lead | |
To fall on your sword | |
Or charge from the trench | |
Fall in to the black | |
Or choke their fields with our dead | |
Within the agony of the conscience | |
To gorge at the trough or to starve to death | |
Aversion of truths or affirmation of life | |
History to live or history to end | |
With the pinnacle past and crevice below | |
To leave the concrete to crack and the steel to corrode | |
Turn your back on this den of murderous thieves | |
Or with stone in hand do we go for the head? | |
A chance to cripple, cut them off at the knee | |
A wrench in the works to fuck the machine |
zuo qu : Read, Ulcerate | |
Lynch the god of disease | |
And sever his wings | |
Hang him upon the red beneath the green | |
But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line | |
And the mob is thinning and there is no time | |
With the blind masturbating the blind | |
The prophets are left with no one to lead | |
To fall on your sword | |
Or charge from the trench | |
Fall in to the black | |
Or choke their fields with our dead | |
Within the agony of the conscience | |
To gorge at the trough or to starve to death | |
Aversion of truths or affirmation of life | |
History to live or history to end | |
With the pinnacle past and crevice below | |
To leave the concrete to crack and the steel to corrode | |
Turn your back on this den of murderous thieves | |
Or with stone in hand do we go for the head? | |
A chance to cripple, cut them off at the knee | |
A wrench in the works to fuck the machine |
zuò qǔ : Read, Ulcerate | |
Lynch the god of disease | |
And sever his wings | |
Hang him upon the red beneath the green | |
But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line | |
And the mob is thinning and there is no time | |
With the blind masturbating the blind | |
The prophets are left with no one to lead | |
To fall on your sword | |
Or charge from the trench | |
Fall in to the black | |
Or choke their fields with our dead | |
Within the agony of the conscience | |
To gorge at the trough or to starve to death | |
Aversion of truths or affirmation of life | |
History to live or history to end | |
With the pinnacle past and crevice below | |
To leave the concrete to crack and the steel to corrode | |
Turn your back on this den of murderous thieves | |
Or with stone in hand do we go for the head? | |
A chance to cripple, cut them off at the knee | |
A wrench in the works to fuck the machine |