歌曲 | Blood Junkie |
歌手 | Lamb of God |
专辑 | As the Palaces Burn |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lamb Of God | |
Shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk. | |
Conniving opportunist | |
Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice. | |
A violent panacea for what ails the nation | |
In advancement for the pig. | |
You'll not wrest the truth from my hands | |
Eyes never closed clarity. | |
Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror. | |
Peering through a curtain of blood. | |
Retribution or vengeance it matters not which | |
As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built. | |
Ashes to ashes to the dust | |
Eaten spiced with ambivalence. | |
The nation swallows it all whole | |
Weakened by their collective neck in the noose. | |
Commerce brings war | |
Jihad has come to both sides. | |
Eye for an eye fire for fire | |
Raining as the towers crumble. | |
This will never end. | |
Left without a choice | |
By the fiscal elite | |
War is set in motion by higher powers. | |
A pissing contest for the unknown. | |
Left bankrupt we all die inside. | |
As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death. | |
Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a dumpster | |
Spoon fed shit doesn't even turn their stomachs. | |
Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse | |
Someone needs to tip the nest. | |
The pig ascends | |
As I sink deeper | |
Seething misanthropic | |
Waiting for my death. | |
The pig ascends | |
As I sink deeper | |
Seething misanthropic | |
Waiting for my death. |
zuo qu : Lamb Of God | |
Shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk. | |
Conniving opportunist | |
Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice. | |
A violent panacea for what ails the nation | |
In advancement for the pig. | |
You' ll not wrest the truth from my hands | |
Eyes never closed clarity. | |
Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror. | |
Peering through a curtain of blood. | |
Retribution or vengeance it matters not which | |
As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built. | |
Ashes to ashes to the dust | |
Eaten spiced with ambivalence. | |
The nation swallows it all whole | |
Weakened by their collective neck in the noose. | |
Commerce brings war | |
Jihad has come to both sides. | |
Eye for an eye fire for fire | |
Raining as the towers crumble. | |
This will never end. | |
Left without a choice | |
By the fiscal elite | |
War is set in motion by higher powers. | |
A pissing contest for the unknown. | |
Left bankrupt we all die inside. | |
As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death. | |
Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a dumpster | |
Spoon fed shit doesn' t even turn their stomachs. | |
Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse | |
Someone needs to tip the nest. | |
The pig ascends | |
As I sink deeper | |
Seething misanthropic | |
Waiting for my death. | |
The pig ascends | |
As I sink deeper | |
Seething misanthropic | |
Waiting for my death. |
zuò qǔ : Lamb Of God | |
Shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk. | |
Conniving opportunist | |
Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice. | |
A violent panacea for what ails the nation | |
In advancement for the pig. | |
You' ll not wrest the truth from my hands | |
Eyes never closed clarity. | |
Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror. | |
Peering through a curtain of blood. | |
Retribution or vengeance it matters not which | |
As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built. | |
Ashes to ashes to the dust | |
Eaten spiced with ambivalence. | |
The nation swallows it all whole | |
Weakened by their collective neck in the noose. | |
Commerce brings war | |
Jihad has come to both sides. | |
Eye for an eye fire for fire | |
Raining as the towers crumble. | |
This will never end. | |
Left without a choice | |
By the fiscal elite | |
War is set in motion by higher powers. | |
A pissing contest for the unknown. | |
Left bankrupt we all die inside. | |
As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death. | |
Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a dumpster | |
Spoon fed shit doesn' t even turn their stomachs. | |
Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse | |
Someone needs to tip the nest. | |
The pig ascends | |
As I sink deeper | |
Seething misanthropic | |
Waiting for my death. | |
The pig ascends | |
As I sink deeper | |
Seething misanthropic | |
Waiting for my death. |