Song | Sins of Emission |
Artist | Skyclad |
Album | Prince of the Poverty Line |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
There's a beast in the cellar | |
There since this building was made. | |
He's lurked in the shadows | |
From when its' foundations were laid. | |
From my "double-helix" he taunts me | |
His primal voice roars | |
It mocks my humanity | |
Turning the key in locked doors. | |
Sins of emission - an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
Sins of emission - my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
Sins of emission - spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
Sins of emission - come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. | |
Though we try to deny | |
This primordial drive in us all | |
We will cease to exist | |
When we no longer heed nature's call. | |
I'm a puppet of lust and my instincts are pulling the strings | |
No, love's not an angel - it's merely a monkey with wings. | |
Sins of emission - enticing and thrilling | |
Sins of emission - the flesh is so willing | |
Sins of emission - down under my skin | |
Sins of emission - we're all "in like Flynn." | |
Temptation's the one thing we'll never resist | |
It flirts like a maiden that yearns to be kissed | |
Is throwing the cradle to hells raging fires | |
More sinful than nursing unacted desires? | |
Hold tightly the reins | |
Of your bestial instinct to breed | |
He's an unwelcome guest | |
In the "house-trained" existence you lead | |
How long can you muzzle this wild brute creation of yours? | |
You can't quarantine the primeval with walls, bars and doors. | |
Sins of emission - an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
Sins of emission - my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
Sins of emission - spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
Sins of emission - come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. |
zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
There' s a beast in the cellar | |
There since this building was made. | |
He' s lurked in the shadows | |
From when its' foundations were laid. | |
From my " doublehelix" he taunts me | |
His primal voice roars | |
It mocks my humanity | |
Turning the key in locked doors. | |
Sins of emission an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
Sins of emission my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
Sins of emission spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
Sins of emission come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. | |
Though we try to deny | |
This primordial drive in us all | |
We will cease to exist | |
When we no longer heed nature' s call. | |
I' m a puppet of lust and my instincts are pulling the strings | |
No, love' s not an angel it' s merely a monkey with wings. | |
Sins of emission enticing and thrilling | |
Sins of emission the flesh is so willing | |
Sins of emission down under my skin | |
Sins of emission we' re all " in like Flynn." | |
Temptation' s the one thing we' ll never resist | |
It flirts like a maiden that yearns to be kissed | |
Is throwing the cradle to hells raging fires | |
More sinful than nursing unacted desires? | |
Hold tightly the reins | |
Of your bestial instinct to breed | |
He' s an unwelcome guest | |
In the " housetrained" existence you lead | |
How long can you muzzle this wild brute creation of yours? | |
You can' t quarantine the primeval with walls, bars and doors. | |
Sins of emission an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
Sins of emission my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
Sins of emission spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
Sins of emission come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. |
zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
There' s a beast in the cellar | |
There since this building was made. | |
He' s lurked in the shadows | |
From when its' foundations were laid. | |
From my " doublehelix" he taunts me | |
His primal voice roars | |
It mocks my humanity | |
Turning the key in locked doors. | |
Sins of emission an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
Sins of emission my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
Sins of emission spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
Sins of emission come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. | |
Though we try to deny | |
This primordial drive in us all | |
We will cease to exist | |
When we no longer heed nature' s call. | |
I' m a puppet of lust and my instincts are pulling the strings | |
No, love' s not an angel it' s merely a monkey with wings. | |
Sins of emission enticing and thrilling | |
Sins of emission the flesh is so willing | |
Sins of emission down under my skin | |
Sins of emission we' re all " in like Flynn." | |
Temptation' s the one thing we' ll never resist | |
It flirts like a maiden that yearns to be kissed | |
Is throwing the cradle to hells raging fires | |
More sinful than nursing unacted desires? | |
Hold tightly the reins | |
Of your bestial instinct to breed | |
He' s an unwelcome guest | |
In the " housetrained" existence you lead | |
How long can you muzzle this wild brute creation of yours? | |
You can' t quarantine the primeval with walls, bars and doors. | |
Sins of emission an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
Sins of emission my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
Sins of emission spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
Sins of emission come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. |