Open Face Surgery 歌词
| 歌曲 | Open Face Surgery |
| 歌手 | Cryptopsy |
| 专辑 | Blasphemy Made Flesh |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cryptopsy | |
| I've learned to control my thoughts ever since | |
| I recognized the first eavesdropper: those who listen in on my thoughts, my logic, my sanity | |
| I cannot let them know | |
| I don't know the verses, or converse in my head: lash out at future foes, banter with friends | |
| I've not yet met | |
| The psychoaggressive minions of your lord mock with laugher | |
| I can't hear, with hidden scowls they admonish me | |
| Nothing's sacred, | |
| Nothing's safe: your filthy god is omnipresent, this undying nonentity that haunts my every waking dream | |
| They watch me, his mortal flock, they know me now by sight alone: my thoughts are too well concealed... | |
| Yet I sense more scrutiny | |
| Fleeting lucidity's too loud for me, let me be my silent self: our existences irreconciled | |
| Make them stop! | |
| I'm rotting fast... | |
| The answer, painful though it may be, is change | |
| Alter my outer shell... | |
| The listener's may not, then, know it's me | |
| Open Face | |
| Surgery: short of pain and long on masquerade | |
| Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight nip here, tuck there... | |
| So who needs eyelids? |
| zuo ci : Cryptopsy | |
| I' ve learned to control my thoughts ever since | |
| I recognized the first eavesdropper: those who listen in on my thoughts, my logic, my sanity | |
| I cannot let them know | |
| I don' t know the verses, or converse in my head: lash out at future foes, banter with friends | |
| I' ve not yet met | |
| The psychoaggressive minions of your lord mock with laugher | |
| I can' t hear, with hidden scowls they admonish me | |
| Nothing' s sacred, | |
| Nothing' s safe: your filthy god is omnipresent, this undying nonentity that haunts my every waking dream | |
| They watch me, his mortal flock, they know me now by sight alone: my thoughts are too well concealed... | |
| Yet I sense more scrutiny | |
| Fleeting lucidity' s too loud for me, let me be my silent self: our existences irreconciled | |
| Make them stop! | |
| I' m rotting fast... | |
| The answer, painful though it may be, is change | |
| Alter my outer shell... | |
| The listener' s may not, then, know it' s me | |
| Open Face | |
| Surgery: short of pain and long on masquerade | |
| Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight nip here, tuck there... | |
| So who needs eyelids? |
| zuò cí : Cryptopsy | |
| I' ve learned to control my thoughts ever since | |
| I recognized the first eavesdropper: those who listen in on my thoughts, my logic, my sanity | |
| I cannot let them know | |
| I don' t know the verses, or converse in my head: lash out at future foes, banter with friends | |
| I' ve not yet met | |
| The psychoaggressive minions of your lord mock with laugher | |
| I can' t hear, with hidden scowls they admonish me | |
| Nothing' s sacred, | |
| Nothing' s safe: your filthy god is omnipresent, this undying nonentity that haunts my every waking dream | |
| They watch me, his mortal flock, they know me now by sight alone: my thoughts are too well concealed... | |
| Yet I sense more scrutiny | |
| Fleeting lucidity' s too loud for me, let me be my silent self: our existences irreconciled | |
| Make them stop! | |
| I' m rotting fast... | |
| The answer, painful though it may be, is change | |
| Alter my outer shell... | |
| The listener' s may not, then, know it' s me | |
| Open Face | |
| Surgery: short of pain and long on masquerade | |
| Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight nip here, tuck there... | |
| So who needs eyelids? |
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