歌曲 | Crossbearer |
歌手 | Cave In |
专辑 | Beyond Hypothermia |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McGrath | |
Tear it from the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon wind into its ears. | |
I'm not getting an answer. | |
How can you be so fucking real? | |
Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment. | |
Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess. | |
Holy wars, killing in the name of god, the right to be minimalized under the rule of the unseen greatness. | |
I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol. | |
And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself, proving my existence without this form of worship. | |
So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the name of | |
God. I only understand its hate, the skin beneath a mask of shallow actions with a book of superstitions to live by, all living blind. |
zuo qu : McGrath | |
Tear it from the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon wind into its ears. | |
I' m not getting an answer. | |
How can you be so fucking real? | |
Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment. | |
Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess. | |
Holy wars, killing in the name of god, the right to be minimalized under the rule of the unseen greatness. | |
I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol. | |
And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself, proving my existence without this form of worship. | |
So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the name of | |
God. I only understand its hate, the skin beneath a mask of shallow actions with a book of superstitions to live by, all living blind. |
zuò qǔ : McGrath | |
Tear it from the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon wind into its ears. | |
I' m not getting an answer. | |
How can you be so fucking real? | |
Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment. | |
Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess. | |
Holy wars, killing in the name of god, the right to be minimalized under the rule of the unseen greatness. | |
I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol. | |
And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself, proving my existence without this form of worship. | |
So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the name of | |
God. I only understand its hate, the skin beneath a mask of shallow actions with a book of superstitions to live by, all living blind. |