歌曲 | Warped Beyond Logic |
歌手 | Napalm Death |
专辑 | Smear Campaign |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Embury, Greenway | |
Absorb this, relent | |
Approach this in a trance | |
Monoliths raised - oh aching faith | |
Monoliths blotting your landscape | |
They'll try to coax you in, | |
But they'll never snare your mind | |
They'll try to cast aspersions | |
On your failing, Godless life | |
Stare with indifference into the invisible eye | |
Who so died for many sins - | |
Those were theirs, not mine | |
They'll try to flail you | |
With a blast of righteous air | |
They'll try to break your stride | |
Until you really walk the path of the damned | |
The Pentecost, no Testament | |
Could complement my consciousness | |
They'll move to turn you | |
Against yourself and where you stand | |
They'll isolate you | |
To the point where non-compliance equals banishment | |
Theorise, marginalize, chastise |
zuo ci : Embury, Greenway | |
Absorb this, relent | |
Approach this in a trance | |
Monoliths raised oh aching faith | |
Monoliths blotting your landscape | |
They' ll try to coax you in, | |
But they' ll never snare your mind | |
They' ll try to cast aspersions | |
On your failing, Godless life | |
Stare with indifference into the invisible eye | |
Who so died for many sins | |
Those were theirs, not mine | |
They' ll try to flail you | |
With a blast of righteous air | |
They' ll try to break your stride | |
Until you really walk the path of the damned | |
The Pentecost, no Testament | |
Could complement my consciousness | |
They' ll move to turn you | |
Against yourself and where you stand | |
They' ll isolate you | |
To the point where noncompliance equals banishment | |
Theorise, marginalize, chastise |
zuò cí : Embury, Greenway | |
Absorb this, relent | |
Approach this in a trance | |
Monoliths raised oh aching faith | |
Monoliths blotting your landscape | |
They' ll try to coax you in, | |
But they' ll never snare your mind | |
They' ll try to cast aspersions | |
On your failing, Godless life | |
Stare with indifference into the invisible eye | |
Who so died for many sins | |
Those were theirs, not mine | |
They' ll try to flail you | |
With a blast of righteous air | |
They' ll try to break your stride | |
Until you really walk the path of the damned | |
The Pentecost, no Testament | |
Could complement my consciousness | |
They' ll move to turn you | |
Against yourself and where you stand | |
They' ll isolate you | |
To the point where noncompliance equals banishment | |
Theorise, marginalize, chastise |