歌曲 | Suffering Feeds Me |
歌手 | Benediction |
专辑 | Organised Chaos |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brookes | |
Deep in the darkest mental recess | |
There dwelt a force within the abscess | |
That you called fear | |
You were never alone | |
One final victim's dying dreams | |
An ecstasy of filth and screams | |
Emancipated nightmares | |
On a bloodied floor of dead prayers | |
In the walls you've built around your feeble mind | |
I'll sleep through the cracks | |
Think of me as something you can control | |
But not predict the backlash | |
Suppressed inside, pent up terror mounts | |
You created me | |
Ghastly automaton exacerbates your plight | |
Your suffering feeds me! | |
Now we, we are become the force | |
The denotative urge | |
Irrepressible the slayers revolt | |
O how this worms have turned | |
Forever repressed, imprisoned for being born | |
Antimony incarnate | |
The bastard, prodigal son returns | |
Bearing gifts to decimate | |
No more the false enlightenment | |
Only your death | |
Revealed Blood seeking redress | |
You cry out all you like | |
There's noone to care | |
Rotting in a prison that you built from lies | |
Revisiting your crimes at source | |
With not a shred of regret | |
You brought this torture upon yourself | |
Suffering pain begets | |
Inflict no more, you wretched fool | |
Your time is it an end | |
Divinity a forsaken dream | |
A rubicon you'll never transcend |
zuo ci : Brookes | |
Deep in the darkest mental recess | |
There dwelt a force within the abscess | |
That you called fear | |
You were never alone | |
One final victim' s dying dreams | |
An ecstasy of filth and screams | |
Emancipated nightmares | |
On a bloodied floor of dead prayers | |
In the walls you' ve built around your feeble mind | |
I' ll sleep through the cracks | |
Think of me as something you can control | |
But not predict the backlash | |
Suppressed inside, pent up terror mounts | |
You created me | |
Ghastly automaton exacerbates your plight | |
Your suffering feeds me! | |
Now we, we are become the force | |
The denotative urge | |
Irrepressible the slayers revolt | |
O how this worms have turned | |
Forever repressed, imprisoned for being born | |
Antimony incarnate | |
The bastard, prodigal son returns | |
Bearing gifts to decimate | |
No more the false enlightenment | |
Only your death | |
Revealed Blood seeking redress | |
You cry out all you like | |
There' s noone to care | |
Rotting in a prison that you built from lies | |
Revisiting your crimes at source | |
With not a shred of regret | |
You brought this torture upon yourself | |
Suffering pain begets | |
Inflict no more, you wretched fool | |
Your time is it an end | |
Divinity a forsaken dream | |
A rubicon you' ll never transcend |
zuò cí : Brookes | |
Deep in the darkest mental recess | |
There dwelt a force within the abscess | |
That you called fear | |
You were never alone | |
One final victim' s dying dreams | |
An ecstasy of filth and screams | |
Emancipated nightmares | |
On a bloodied floor of dead prayers | |
In the walls you' ve built around your feeble mind | |
I' ll sleep through the cracks | |
Think of me as something you can control | |
But not predict the backlash | |
Suppressed inside, pent up terror mounts | |
You created me | |
Ghastly automaton exacerbates your plight | |
Your suffering feeds me! | |
Now we, we are become the force | |
The denotative urge | |
Irrepressible the slayers revolt | |
O how this worms have turned | |
Forever repressed, imprisoned for being born | |
Antimony incarnate | |
The bastard, prodigal son returns | |
Bearing gifts to decimate | |
No more the false enlightenment | |
Only your death | |
Revealed Blood seeking redress | |
You cry out all you like | |
There' s noone to care | |
Rotting in a prison that you built from lies | |
Revisiting your crimes at source | |
With not a shred of regret | |
You brought this torture upon yourself | |
Suffering pain begets | |
Inflict no more, you wretched fool | |
Your time is it an end | |
Divinity a forsaken dream | |
A rubicon you' ll never transcend |