| Song | Absolute Defiance |
| Artist | Dying Fetus |
| Album | Killing on Adrenaline |
| 作曲 : Gallagher, Netherton | |
| I feel the pressure, it boils in my veins there will be no praying, for peace, no sacrifice as | |
| I feel the burning, of hate, it's blinding me | |
| I just live to, destroy, my mortal enemies | |
| I just see the face that's, the target, in my mind and with pleasure, carve it, and cut it from your head, there - is - no - rea - son its just a, laugh for me cause you lost my patience, and with it goes your life, your existence, a parody there's no excuse | |
| I can believe one time, is all it takes, to rip the flesh from off your face die die die just fucking die die die just fucking die with puppet strings, and faking lies a hollow head, and empty eyes take your breath, and let it go the last one you'll ever know die die die just fucking die die die just fucking die habitual complacency conforms your life away it does not take a lot of thought to follow and obey the dead fucking traitor has no reason to complain a lifeless bag of shit with no face and with no name | |
| I just have no patience for the scum of the earth why not kill these fuckers, make them die, make it hurt worthless global breeders crawl like roaches on my back a pestilence of hyper-active idiots on crack | |
| I choose not to follow all the prophets preaching greed to the close-minded corpses that consume beyond need |
| zuò qǔ : Gallagher, Netherton | |
| I feel the pressure, it boils in my veins there will be no praying, for peace, no sacrifice as | |
| I feel the burning, of hate, it' s blinding me | |
| I just live to, destroy, my mortal enemies | |
| I just see the face that' s, the target, in my mind and with pleasure, carve it, and cut it from your head, there is no rea son its just a, laugh for me cause you lost my patience, and with it goes your life, your existence, a parody there' s no excuse | |
| I can believe one time, is all it takes, to rip the flesh from off your face die die die just fucking die die die just fucking die with puppet strings, and faking lies a hollow head, and empty eyes take your breath, and let it go the last one you' ll ever know die die die just fucking die die die just fucking die habitual complacency conforms your life away it does not take a lot of thought to follow and obey the dead fucking traitor has no reason to complain a lifeless bag of shit with no face and with no name | |
| I just have no patience for the scum of the earth why not kill these fuckers, make them die, make it hurt worthless global breeders crawl like roaches on my back a pestilence of hyperactive idiots on crack | |
| I choose not to follow all the prophets preaching greed to the closeminded corpses that consume beyond need |