歌曲 | Man Made Hell |
歌手 | Extreme Noise Terror |
专辑 | Being and Nothing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Catchpole, Jones, O'Neil | |
Destruction for our personal gain | |
Conceited by so called advance | |
Though our lives are torn apart | |
For all that's left is dust in air | |
Sucked dry by parasites for far too long | |
The time has come to make a stand | |
I'll never live this way with such desire | |
Consuming you with no respite | |
There's nothing left | |
What will you ever achieve by these means | |
You would see the truth from the gutter | |
From this man made hell | |
We are born to suffer | |
I now wish you dead | |
With all I muster | |
Can you feel the crushing grind | |
Of this pathetic existence | |
You will... | |
Blinded by appaling truths | |
Thought left to fester | |
Death scenes cloud my thoughts | |
My conscience so relentless | |
Wake up and realise the truth | |
You hate yourself and what | |
You have become | |
Our fate held in the balance of our greed | |
Left to us, left to us will tumble to decline |
zuo ci : Catchpole, Jones, O' Neil | |
Destruction for our personal gain | |
Conceited by so called advance | |
Though our lives are torn apart | |
For all that' s left is dust in air | |
Sucked dry by parasites for far too long | |
The time has come to make a stand | |
I' ll never live this way with such desire | |
Consuming you with no respite | |
There' s nothing left | |
What will you ever achieve by these means | |
You would see the truth from the gutter | |
From this man made hell | |
We are born to suffer | |
I now wish you dead | |
With all I muster | |
Can you feel the crushing grind | |
Of this pathetic existence | |
You will... | |
Blinded by appaling truths | |
Thought left to fester | |
Death scenes cloud my thoughts | |
My conscience so relentless | |
Wake up and realise the truth | |
You hate yourself and what | |
You have become | |
Our fate held in the balance of our greed | |
Left to us, left to us will tumble to decline |
zuò cí : Catchpole, Jones, O' Neil | |
Destruction for our personal gain | |
Conceited by so called advance | |
Though our lives are torn apart | |
For all that' s left is dust in air | |
Sucked dry by parasites for far too long | |
The time has come to make a stand | |
I' ll never live this way with such desire | |
Consuming you with no respite | |
There' s nothing left | |
What will you ever achieve by these means | |
You would see the truth from the gutter | |
From this man made hell | |
We are born to suffer | |
I now wish you dead | |
With all I muster | |
Can you feel the crushing grind | |
Of this pathetic existence | |
You will... | |
Blinded by appaling truths | |
Thought left to fester | |
Death scenes cloud my thoughts | |
My conscience so relentless | |
Wake up and realise the truth | |
You hate yourself and what | |
You have become | |
Our fate held in the balance of our greed | |
Left to us, left to us will tumble to decline |