歌曲 | Strange Deception |
歌手 | Holy Moses |
专辑 | The New Machine Of Liechtenstein |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Classen, Classen, Kusch | |
[1] | He's got blood shot eyes |
Skin like wax | |
He's malding them like clay | |
Twisting their souls | |
Aimed and giting deep | |
Voracious | |
Fragile minds | |
He rips them apart | |
He faints their conscience | |
We are more than just conditiened apes | |
He breakes the proud one's will | |
Now we've got the chance to break our chains | |
He stools their purpose | |
We are more so face the fucking truth | |
You're just machines | |
He's in service | |
Of something strange | |
Something untomed | |
That won't be denied | |
Reaping health | |
He stirs the crowd | |
Making them believe | |
His prophecy | |
[2] | That's folic you've machines |
Nothing but fucking machines | |
You can't be anything, but what you are | |
And that's a goddamned machines | |
You are a goddamned machines | |
He faints their ... | |
He's in service | |
You are machines | |
You've done if you don't get into it |
zuo qu : Classen, Classen, Kusch | |
[1] | He' s got blood shot eyes |
Skin like wax | |
He' s malding them like clay | |
Twisting their souls | |
Aimed and giting deep | |
Voracious | |
Fragile minds | |
He rips them apart | |
He faints their conscience | |
We are more than just conditiened apes | |
He breakes the proud one' s will | |
Now we' ve got the chance to break our chains | |
He stools their purpose | |
We are more so face the fucking truth | |
You' re just machines | |
He' s in service | |
Of something strange | |
Something untomed | |
That won' t be denied | |
Reaping health | |
He stirs the crowd | |
Making them believe | |
His prophecy | |
[2] | That' s folic you' ve machines |
Nothing but fucking machines | |
You can' t be anything, but what you are | |
And that' s a goddamned machines | |
You are a goddamned machines | |
He faints their ... | |
He' s in service | |
You are machines | |
You' ve done if you don' t get into it |
zuò qǔ : Classen, Classen, Kusch | |
[1] | He' s got blood shot eyes |
Skin like wax | |
He' s malding them like clay | |
Twisting their souls | |
Aimed and giting deep | |
Voracious | |
Fragile minds | |
He rips them apart | |
He faints their conscience | |
We are more than just conditiened apes | |
He breakes the proud one' s will | |
Now we' ve got the chance to break our chains | |
He stools their purpose | |
We are more so face the fucking truth | |
You' re just machines | |
He' s in service | |
Of something strange | |
Something untomed | |
That won' t be denied | |
Reaping health | |
He stirs the crowd | |
Making them believe | |
His prophecy | |
[2] | That' s folic you' ve machines |
Nothing but fucking machines | |
You can' t be anything, but what you are | |
And that' s a goddamned machines | |
You are a goddamned machines | |
He faints their ... | |
He' s in service | |
You are machines | |
You' ve done if you don' t get into it |