歌曲 | Beneath the Violence |
歌手 | Fight |
专辑 | Small Deadly Space |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Halford, Tilse, Travis | |
Closed into self asylum, | |
On ice that's paper thin. | |
Wrapped up for good protection. | |
Keep that from getting in. | |
The shadows bring the shelter, | |
Some refuge from the storm. | |
Brakes on the helter skelter, | |
To let these nerves reform. | |
Retreat out of the mad house, | |
Stop foaming at the mouth. | |
Hang up this strange behavior, | |
Cut through the overgrowth. | |
Watch from a safer distance, | |
Observe the next offense. | |
See how the hands do murder, | |
Then try to make some sens. | |
Black vision | |
Dead body | |
Oppression | |
Shock system | |
Explosive | |
Depression | |
Disaster Malignant | |
Infection | |
Inhuman Sadistic | |
Rejection | |
These acts of tender mercies, | |
Work on the purest soul. | |
They tease and trap remorseless, | |
Till six feet in the ground. | |
Shut down till all is silent, | |
Be still this seething blood. | |
Turn off, release the trigger, | |
Let numbness do some good |
zuo qu : Halford, Tilse, Travis | |
Closed into self asylum, | |
On ice that' s paper thin. | |
Wrapped up for good protection. | |
Keep that from getting in. | |
The shadows bring the shelter, | |
Some refuge from the storm. | |
Brakes on the helter skelter, | |
To let these nerves reform. | |
Retreat out of the mad house, | |
Stop foaming at the mouth. | |
Hang up this strange behavior, | |
Cut through the overgrowth. | |
Watch from a safer distance, | |
Observe the next offense. | |
See how the hands do murder, | |
Then try to make some sens. | |
Black vision | |
Dead body | |
Oppression | |
Shock system | |
Explosive | |
Depression | |
Disaster Malignant | |
Infection | |
Inhuman Sadistic | |
Rejection | |
These acts of tender mercies, | |
Work on the purest soul. | |
They tease and trap remorseless, | |
Till six feet in the ground. | |
Shut down till all is silent, | |
Be still this seething blood. | |
Turn off, release the trigger, | |
Let numbness do some good |
zuò qǔ : Halford, Tilse, Travis | |
Closed into self asylum, | |
On ice that' s paper thin. | |
Wrapped up for good protection. | |
Keep that from getting in. | |
The shadows bring the shelter, | |
Some refuge from the storm. | |
Brakes on the helter skelter, | |
To let these nerves reform. | |
Retreat out of the mad house, | |
Stop foaming at the mouth. | |
Hang up this strange behavior, | |
Cut through the overgrowth. | |
Watch from a safer distance, | |
Observe the next offense. | |
See how the hands do murder, | |
Then try to make some sens. | |
Black vision | |
Dead body | |
Oppression | |
Shock system | |
Explosive | |
Depression | |
Disaster Malignant | |
Infection | |
Inhuman Sadistic | |
Rejection | |
These acts of tender mercies, | |
Work on the purest soul. | |
They tease and trap remorseless, | |
Till six feet in the ground. | |
Shut down till all is silent, | |
Be still this seething blood. | |
Turn off, release the trigger, | |
Let numbness do some good |