歌曲 | Hot Knives And Open Sores - Album Version (Explicit) |
歌手 | Orange Goblin |
专辑 | Healing Through Fire |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Scars for the living | |
A ditch for the dead | |
We try to remember to drink to forget | |
Fools for our choices | |
Tools for the trade | |
We busy our hands as we bury the slain | |
Morbid derision | |
Sadistic release | |
Starving the pigs in the belly of the beast | |
The sky looks so hungry | |
The future looks bleak | |
The soil of the Earth will inherit the meek | |
Mass affliction of the chosen | |
Now the sacred vows are broken | |
Will they stand to be confronted? | |
Now the hunters are the hunted | |
Red-hot knives, open sores | |
Surgeons busy doing surgeons chores | |
Numb with whiskey, sealed with tar | |
Devil's stitches leave no scar | |
Ancient gods look to ancient suns | |
Ancient medicines in ancient slums | |
Masks of horror hide the shame | |
Roman doctrines can only ease the pain | |
Shattered sunrise, mercy calls | |
Hallowed victims scream in the halls | |
Filled with venom, filled with fear | |
Open wounds filled with life's elixir | |
Mass affliction of the chosen | |
Now the sacred vows are broken | |
Will they stand to be confronted? | |
Now the hunters are the hunted |
zuo ci : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Scars for the living | |
A ditch for the dead | |
We try to remember to drink to forget | |
Fools for our choices | |
Tools for the trade | |
We busy our hands as we bury the slain | |
Morbid derision | |
Sadistic release | |
Starving the pigs in the belly of the beast | |
The sky looks so hungry | |
The future looks bleak | |
The soil of the Earth will inherit the meek | |
Mass affliction of the chosen | |
Now the sacred vows are broken | |
Will they stand to be confronted? | |
Now the hunters are the hunted | |
Redhot knives, open sores | |
Surgeons busy doing surgeons chores | |
Numb with whiskey, sealed with tar | |
Devil' s stitches leave no scar | |
Ancient gods look to ancient suns | |
Ancient medicines in ancient slums | |
Masks of horror hide the shame | |
Roman doctrines can only ease the pain | |
Shattered sunrise, mercy calls | |
Hallowed victims scream in the halls | |
Filled with venom, filled with fear | |
Open wounds filled with life' s elixir | |
Mass affliction of the chosen | |
Now the sacred vows are broken | |
Will they stand to be confronted? | |
Now the hunters are the hunted |
zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
Scars for the living | |
A ditch for the dead | |
We try to remember to drink to forget | |
Fools for our choices | |
Tools for the trade | |
We busy our hands as we bury the slain | |
Morbid derision | |
Sadistic release | |
Starving the pigs in the belly of the beast | |
The sky looks so hungry | |
The future looks bleak | |
The soil of the Earth will inherit the meek | |
Mass affliction of the chosen | |
Now the sacred vows are broken | |
Will they stand to be confronted? | |
Now the hunters are the hunted | |
Redhot knives, open sores | |
Surgeons busy doing surgeons chores | |
Numb with whiskey, sealed with tar | |
Devil' s stitches leave no scar | |
Ancient gods look to ancient suns | |
Ancient medicines in ancient slums | |
Masks of horror hide the shame | |
Roman doctrines can only ease the pain | |
Shattered sunrise, mercy calls | |
Hallowed victims scream in the halls | |
Filled with venom, filled with fear | |
Open wounds filled with life' s elixir | |
Mass affliction of the chosen | |
Now the sacred vows are broken | |
Will they stand to be confronted? | |
Now the hunters are the hunted |