作词 : Shatter | |
Shed no tears for the martyr dying | |
Only in pain suffering and death | |
Can the martyr become what he's chosen to be | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the cop bleeding | |
He once held the gun. he once held the key | |
Now his prisoners will sing and dance and play | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the nun beaten | |
By the children she once called her flock | |
How they hate their teachers. who force darkness upon us | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the suicide | |
He has made his choice, the pain of life is great | |
And some will find it sweet to rot beneath the earth | |
As we rot and live and breathe | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss |
zuo ci : Shatter | |
Shed no tears for the martyr dying | |
Only in pain suffering and death | |
Can the martyr become what he' s chosen to be | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the cop bleeding | |
He once held the gun. he once held the key | |
Now his prisoners will sing and dance and play | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the nun beaten | |
By the children she once called her flock | |
How they hate their teachers. who force darkness upon us | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the suicide | |
He has made his choice, the pain of life is great | |
And some will find it sweet to rot beneath the earth | |
As we rot and live and breathe | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss |
zuò cí : Shatter | |
Shed no tears for the martyr dying | |
Only in pain suffering and death | |
Can the martyr become what he' s chosen to be | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the cop bleeding | |
He once held the gun. he once held the key | |
Now his prisoners will sing and dance and play | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the nun beaten | |
By the children she once called her flock | |
How they hate their teachers. who force darkness upon us | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss | |
Shed no tears for the suicide | |
He has made his choice, the pain of life is great | |
And some will find it sweet to rot beneath the earth | |
As we rot and live and breathe | |
No tears wasted | |
No sorrow no pity | |
No, no crying, no loss |