Song | Mysterious Research |
Artist | Deceased |
Album | Fearless Undead Machines |
作曲 : Deceased, Fowley | |
A showdown of knowledge and death that won't die | |
It's the zombies versus the world | |
Trembling scalpels invading the minds of creatures we so little know | |
But studies are slow and time's moving fast | |
To question these cause of events | |
We must conquer the doubts of ending this plague, | |
What weapon will outdo theit best? | |
They reach for their poisons their guns and killing bombs | |
The might of the armed forces may soon just get their way | |
To unleash a horde of chemicals from which this all began | |
Bio-weapons on the loose but warfare's not the answer | |
How easy men weaken when life is on the line attempting to close every eye | |
Like a key to a fortune hidden away but the blood will soon enough spill | |
Unable to fend, protect and to serve the cowardly troops how they fall | |
So much for the strong, heros, and saints everyone dies in this tale | |
Afraid to confront the one real truth how quick they point the finger | |
The mark of scorn to someone else for right can do no wrong | |
To take these fiends and give them back to earth and to the grave | |
Too many hands control the wheel that's steering us straight to hell | |
Pleading for life are scared, frightened fools who once carried power inside | |
Now knowing they're beat they beg and they plead to quickly be forgiven | |
But no one cared when the hand of deception | |
Was turned to their side of the coin | |
They laughed and lived at others expense but the dead just don't forgive | |
In life, in death, forever..... | |
Mysterious research!!! | |
Monsters do exist, in us and among us, they walk in our every shadow, | |
They prey on man more as he fears them less, | |
We should know for we created them! | |
Entering the brain of something quite strange, trying to solve and control | |
Climbing inside a monster's mind in search of knowledge unknown | |
As experiments continue all through the night | |
The doctors proceed with their tests | |
Death is examined inside and out until the world's convinced | |
There's no tomorrow..... |
zuò qǔ : Deceased, Fowley | |
A showdown of knowledge and death that won' t die | |
It' s the zombies versus the world | |
Trembling scalpels invading the minds of creatures we so little know | |
But studies are slow and time' s moving fast | |
To question these cause of events | |
We must conquer the doubts of ending this plague, | |
What weapon will outdo theit best? | |
They reach for their poisons their guns and killing bombs | |
The might of the armed forces may soon just get their way | |
To unleash a horde of chemicals from which this all began | |
Bioweapons on the loose but warfare' s not the answer | |
How easy men weaken when life is on the line attempting to close every eye | |
Like a key to a fortune hidden away but the blood will soon enough spill | |
Unable to fend, protect and to serve the cowardly troops how they fall | |
So much for the strong, heros, and saints everyone dies in this tale | |
Afraid to confront the one real truth how quick they point the finger | |
The mark of scorn to someone else for right can do no wrong | |
To take these fiends and give them back to earth and to the grave | |
Too many hands control the wheel that' s steering us straight to hell | |
Pleading for life are scared, frightened fools who once carried power inside | |
Now knowing they' re beat they beg and they plead to quickly be forgiven | |
But no one cared when the hand of deception | |
Was turned to their side of the coin | |
They laughed and lived at others expense but the dead just don' t forgive | |
In life, in death, forever..... | |
Mysterious research!!! | |
Monsters do exist, in us and among us, they walk in our every shadow, | |
They prey on man more as he fears them less, | |
We should know for we created them! | |
Entering the brain of something quite strange, trying to solve and control | |
Climbing inside a monster' s mind in search of knowledge unknown | |
As experiments continue all through the night | |
The doctors proceed with their tests | |
Death is examined inside and out until the world' s convinced | |
There' s no tomorrow..... |