歌曲 | Born Headless |
歌手 | Cryptopsy |
专辑 | Blasphemy Made Flesh |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cryptopsy | |
You're not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper; | |
These are my cheek nails: | |
Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways; | |
I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep | |
Human tragedy... | |
Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic | |
Let this dirt define your grave | |
Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh; | |
Why do you vomit? | |
You should have seen the last one | |
I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when | |
I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue | |
Girth control, to me, is considered an art; | |
Fat's fully excised as | |
I tear you apart; my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: | |
I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death | |
I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets | |
Better for you if you'd been born headless | |
Blame your mother you weren't born headless | |
Now that it's over, you'll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold | |
I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire; the earth soaks up my brain... | |
I see myself as | |
I've been | |
I see myself |
zuo ci : Cryptopsy | |
You' re not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper | |
These are my cheek nails: | |
Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways | |
I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep | |
Human tragedy... | |
Let this be a lesson to you, it' s symbolic | |
Let this dirt define your grave | |
Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh | |
Why do you vomit? | |
You should have seen the last one | |
I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when | |
I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue | |
Girth control, to me, is considered an art | |
Fat' s fully excised as | |
I tear you apart my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: | |
I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death | |
I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets | |
Better for you if you' d been born headless | |
Blame your mother you weren' t born headless | |
Now that it' s over, you' ll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold | |
I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire the earth soaks up my brain... | |
I see myself as | |
I' ve been | |
I see myself |
zuò cí : Cryptopsy | |
You' re not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper | |
These are my cheek nails: | |
Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways | |
I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep | |
Human tragedy... | |
Let this be a lesson to you, it' s symbolic | |
Let this dirt define your grave | |
Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh | |
Why do you vomit? | |
You should have seen the last one | |
I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when | |
I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue | |
Girth control, to me, is considered an art | |
Fat' s fully excised as | |
I tear you apart my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: | |
I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death | |
I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets | |
Better for you if you' d been born headless | |
Blame your mother you weren' t born headless | |
Now that it' s over, you' ll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold | |
I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire the earth soaks up my brain... | |
I see myself as | |
I' ve been | |
I see myself |