Song | Machine Gun Messiah |
Artist | Sybreed |
Album | Slave Design |
作曲 : Ben, Drop | |
I speak the tongue of god in nine cold millimeters | |
Systematic and blind, I'm the relentless nerve of war | |
That bring the truth of pain and lead everyone to brand new devasted times | |
I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
Of randomized insanity | |
Consummed in gazoline, they build the church of their own demise | |
Humanity will fall on his knees | |
Follow the savior, see the flesh divine | |
I'm am the new messiah: a christic pose to clear the way | |
I taste the blood, the sordid smell of human filth | |
And emerge from the desert of reality | |
Rotating gears to dominate, ressurected now for judgement day, to purge your sin | |
Burn! Innocence is lost, all faith is gone | |
And now you deserve to extinct | |
Nailed to the cross, you're punished for your lies | |
I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
Of randomized inanity | |
Consummed in gazoline, they build the curch of their own demise | |
Repent! |
zuò qǔ : Ben, Drop | |
I speak the tongue of god in nine cold millimeters | |
Systematic and blind, I' m the relentless nerve of war | |
That bring the truth of pain and lead everyone to brand new devasted times | |
I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
Of randomized insanity | |
Consummed in gazoline, they build the church of their own demise | |
Humanity will fall on his knees | |
Follow the savior, see the flesh divine | |
I' m am the new messiah: a christic pose to clear the way | |
I taste the blood, the sordid smell of human filth | |
And emerge from the desert of reality | |
Rotating gears to dominate, ressurected now for judgement day, to purge your sin | |
Burn! Innocence is lost, all faith is gone | |
And now you deserve to extinct | |
Nailed to the cross, you' re punished for your lies | |
I draw the ruins of future: dislocated bodies, face down, praying their lord | |
Of randomized inanity | |
Consummed in gazoline, they build the curch of their own demise | |
Repent! |