歌曲 | I Am The Disease |
歌手 | Benediction |
专辑 | Organised Chaos |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brookes | |
In a world of noones | |
I'll be the freak | |
Turn and hide from the mask you see | |
Misshapen face of fear | |
I will be your obscenity | |
I will be the depraved | |
I will be your deepest fear | |
That lights the dark that you so crave | |
Created in honnor, in honnor to live | |
Invisible, terror descends | |
The deepest fear come true | |
One false move and you know you'll fall | |
The abyss of nightmares gapes below you | |
Hideous to look upon | |
A deformed face, a bastard son | |
A pantomime, a colourful tale | |
Yet in this theatre, no beauty prevails | |
How could they do this to me? | |
My Lord, he never cared | |
Screaming for help and | |
I was not saved | |
Tried to trust but | |
I found despair | |
They have despised me since the day | |
I was born | |
Reviled by truth, their minds too small | |
Tearing open blinded sightless eyes | |
Only death is real – the true demise | |
Unquenchable thirst never slaked | |
Set loose the storm within me | |
It rages on | |
I'll obliterate all you doubters | |
With my hammers of twisted truth | |
Drive the nails deeper into your hands | |
Feed the sickness, destroying you | |
Vomit the beast upon the unsuspecting world | |
Surprise on their faces is joy to behold | |
Try to silence me, but killing me now won't work | |
Eternal – heretics forever speak | |
I am the disease | |
I am that which rots inside | |
Festering within | |
There is no cure for my plague | |
And though | |
I die in vain | |
I die with open eyes | |
Take the grave this sight from me | |
Sweet silence of the obscene | |
Spectre of insanity looms | |
Burning pain consumes me | |
Vile hatred, the truth will out | |
Heaving flesh, mine to create | |
Unquenchable thirst never slaked | |
Set loose the storm within me | |
It rages on | |
And it will rage forever more! |
zuo ci : Brookes | |
In a world of noones | |
I' ll be the freak | |
Turn and hide from the mask you see | |
Misshapen face of fear | |
I will be your obscenity | |
I will be the depraved | |
I will be your deepest fear | |
That lights the dark that you so crave | |
Created in honnor, in honnor to live | |
Invisible, terror descends | |
The deepest fear come true | |
One false move and you know you' ll fall | |
The abyss of nightmares gapes below you | |
Hideous to look upon | |
A deformed face, a bastard son | |
A pantomime, a colourful tale | |
Yet in this theatre, no beauty prevails | |
How could they do this to me? | |
My Lord, he never cared | |
Screaming for help and | |
I was not saved | |
Tried to trust but | |
I found despair | |
They have despised me since the day | |
I was born | |
Reviled by truth, their minds too small | |
Tearing open blinded sightless eyes | |
Only death is real the true demise | |
Unquenchable thirst never slaked | |
Set loose the storm within me | |
It rages on | |
I' ll obliterate all you doubters | |
With my hammers of twisted truth | |
Drive the nails deeper into your hands | |
Feed the sickness, destroying you | |
Vomit the beast upon the unsuspecting world | |
Surprise on their faces is joy to behold | |
Try to silence me, but killing me now won' t work | |
Eternal heretics forever speak | |
I am the disease | |
I am that which rots inside | |
Festering within | |
There is no cure for my plague | |
And though | |
I die in vain | |
I die with open eyes | |
Take the grave this sight from me | |
Sweet silence of the obscene | |
Spectre of insanity looms | |
Burning pain consumes me | |
Vile hatred, the truth will out | |
Heaving flesh, mine to create | |
Unquenchable thirst never slaked | |
Set loose the storm within me | |
It rages on | |
And it will rage forever more! |
zuò cí : Brookes | |
In a world of noones | |
I' ll be the freak | |
Turn and hide from the mask you see | |
Misshapen face of fear | |
I will be your obscenity | |
I will be the depraved | |
I will be your deepest fear | |
That lights the dark that you so crave | |
Created in honnor, in honnor to live | |
Invisible, terror descends | |
The deepest fear come true | |
One false move and you know you' ll fall | |
The abyss of nightmares gapes below you | |
Hideous to look upon | |
A deformed face, a bastard son | |
A pantomime, a colourful tale | |
Yet in this theatre, no beauty prevails | |
How could they do this to me? | |
My Lord, he never cared | |
Screaming for help and | |
I was not saved | |
Tried to trust but | |
I found despair | |
They have despised me since the day | |
I was born | |
Reviled by truth, their minds too small | |
Tearing open blinded sightless eyes | |
Only death is real the true demise | |
Unquenchable thirst never slaked | |
Set loose the storm within me | |
It rages on | |
I' ll obliterate all you doubters | |
With my hammers of twisted truth | |
Drive the nails deeper into your hands | |
Feed the sickness, destroying you | |
Vomit the beast upon the unsuspecting world | |
Surprise on their faces is joy to behold | |
Try to silence me, but killing me now won' t work | |
Eternal heretics forever speak | |
I am the disease | |
I am that which rots inside | |
Festering within | |
There is no cure for my plague | |
And though | |
I die in vain | |
I die with open eyes | |
Take the grave this sight from me | |
Sweet silence of the obscene | |
Spectre of insanity looms | |
Burning pain consumes me | |
Vile hatred, the truth will out | |
Heaving flesh, mine to create | |
Unquenchable thirst never slaked | |
Set loose the storm within me | |
It rages on | |
And it will rage forever more! |