| 歌曲 | Still Feel Nothing |
| 歌手 | Gob |
| 专辑 | Muertos Vivos |
| 作词 : Thacker | |
| I pour salt in your wounds and you don't even flinch | |
| I sharpen my nails to give you a pinch | |
| My pulse is undetectable, yours is even worse | |
| You're so dead, | |
| I can't move you, not even with a hearse | |
| And you know | |
| I'll wait for you, you in vain | |
| An excuse for a master, | |
| I'm sweating like a slave | |
| You won't let me have the reaction | |
| I craveIn a sickening epiphany | |
| I learn that it's reversed | |
| I'm all black and blue and hollering cursed | |
| And you know | |
| I'll wait for you to wake | |
| I undress you with flames and gut you awake | |
| Take a piss on your grave and you still feel nothing | |
| I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller | |
| Toss you away and you still feel nothing | |
| Take a walk to the wishing well, get yourself a drink | |
| Drowning yourself, it's not what you think | |
| Get a hold on the tentacles tearing you apart | |
| Like a splintered stake through your unslept heart | |
| And you know | |
| I'll wait for you, always for you, you in vain for you | |
| I caress you with flames and gut you awake | |
| Take a piss on your grave and you still feel nothing | |
| I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller | |
| Toss you away and you still feel nothing | |
| I caress you with flames and gut you awake | |
| Take a piss on your grave and you still feel nothing | |
| I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller | |
| Toss you away and you still feel nothing | |
| I undress you with flames and gut you awake | |
| Take a piss on your grave and you still feel nothing |
| zuò cí : Thacker | |
| I pour salt in your wounds and you don' t even flinch | |
| I sharpen my nails to give you a pinch | |
| My pulse is undetectable, yours is even worse | |
| You' re so dead, | |
| I can' t move you, not even with a hearse | |
| And you know | |
| I' ll wait for you, you in vain | |
| An excuse for a master, | |
| I' m sweating like a slave | |
| You won' t let me have the reaction | |
| I craveIn a sickening epiphany | |
| I learn that it' s reversed | |
| I' m all black and blue and hollering cursed | |
| And you know | |
| I' ll wait for you to wake | |
| I undress you with flames and gut you awake | |
| Take a piss on your grave and you still feel nothing | |
| I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller | |
| Toss you away and you still feel nothing | |
| Take a walk to the wishing well, get yourself a drink | |
| Drowning yourself, it' s not what you think | |
| Get a hold on the tentacles tearing you apart | |
| Like a splintered stake through your unslept heart | |
| And you know | |
| I' ll wait for you, always for you, you in vain for you | |
| I caress you with flames and gut you awake | |
| Take a piss on your grave and you still feel nothing | |
| I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller | |
| Toss you away and you still feel nothing | |
| I caress you with flames and gut you awake | |
| Take a piss on your grave and you still feel nothing | |
| I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller | |
| Toss you away and you still feel nothing | |
| I undress you with flames and gut you awake | |
| Take a piss on your grave and you still feel nothing |