Song | A Dish Best Served Cold |
Artist | Forgotten Tomb |
Album | Negative Megalomania |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Morbid |
[00:17.000] | A Dish Best Served Cold |
[01:37.000] | Sickness inside of us, another night to dream your killing |
[01:44.000] | Unpunished- Filled with self-esteem |
[01:48.000] | Our Goddess will be grateful |
[01:53.000] | Naked bodies hacked to pieces |
[02:00.000] | Sweet women' faces twisted and mutilated |
[02:08.000] | Tied to a rope in the dark of these rooms |
[02:16.000] | Force-fed with blood and cum |
[02:28.000] | Our vision of heaven is the vision of hell itself |
[02:39.000] | A raving point of exit, the destruction of every dream and hope |
[02:47.000] | Today's youth discomfort - Fuel for the Propaganda engine |
[02:57.000] | We'll slaughter your future and rape your new-born children |
[03:04.000] | You don't exist, you never existed |
[03:12.000] | Our art is made of gore and entrails |
[03:20.000] | Paintings of cruelty to design your unexisting lives |
[03:29.000] | Your breath is dying out frame after frame |
[03:37.000] | This movie is no more blue |
[03:39.000] | We painted blue with black and flesh with blood-red |
[05:13.000] | You suffer your hell on Earth |
[05:33.000] | To jerk-off as they cut you to pieces |
[05:39.000] | To zoom on your agonizing desperate eyes |
[05:45.000] | To stare your now eternal looks of terror |
[05:52.000] | Your lives never meant anything to us |
[06:14.000] | To look at your empty faces dressing your own dead-skin masks |
[06:23.000] | To think of your dreams we butchered at birth |
[06:27.000] | No one is innocent |
[06:34.000] | No one is innocent |
[06:46.000] | Now we finally consumed our dish best served cold |
[06:54.000] | You fucking die, we become Gods |
[07:14.000] | We become Gods |
[07:30.000] | A Dish Best Served Cold |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Morbid |
[00:17.000] | A Dish Best Served Cold |
[01:37.000] | Sickness inside of us, another night to dream your killing |
[01:44.000] | Unpunished Filled with selfesteem |
[01:48.000] | Our Goddess will be grateful |
[01:53.000] | Naked bodies hacked to pieces |
[02:00.000] | Sweet women' faces twisted and mutilated |
[02:08.000] | Tied to a rope in the dark of these rooms |
[02:16.000] | Forcefed with blood and cum |
[02:28.000] | Our vision of heaven is the vision of hell itself |
[02:39.000] | A raving point of exit, the destruction of every dream and hope |
[02:47.000] | Today' s youth discomfort Fuel for the Propaganda engine |
[02:57.000] | We' ll slaughter your future and rape your newborn children |
[03:04.000] | You don' t exist, you never existed |
[03:12.000] | Our art is made of gore and entrails |
[03:20.000] | Paintings of cruelty to design your unexisting lives |
[03:29.000] | Your breath is dying out frame after frame |
[03:37.000] | This movie is no more blue |
[03:39.000] | We painted blue with black and flesh with bloodred |
[05:13.000] | You suffer your hell on Earth |
[05:33.000] | To jerkoff as they cut you to pieces |
[05:39.000] | To zoom on your agonizing desperate eyes |
[05:45.000] | To stare your now eternal looks of terror |
[05:52.000] | Your lives never meant anything to us |
[06:14.000] | To look at your empty faces dressing your own deadskin masks |
[06:23.000] | To think of your dreams we butchered at birth |
[06:27.000] | No one is innocent |
[06:34.000] | No one is innocent |
[06:46.000] | Now we finally consumed our dish best served cold |
[06:54.000] | You fucking die, we become Gods |
[07:14.000] | We become Gods |
[07:30.000] | A Dish Best Served Cold |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Morbid |
[00:17.000] | A Dish Best Served Cold |
[01:37.000] | Sickness inside of us, another night to dream your killing |
[01:44.000] | Unpunished Filled with selfesteem |
[01:48.000] | Our Goddess will be grateful |
[01:53.000] | Naked bodies hacked to pieces |
[02:00.000] | Sweet women' faces twisted and mutilated |
[02:08.000] | Tied to a rope in the dark of these rooms |
[02:16.000] | Forcefed with blood and cum |
[02:28.000] | Our vision of heaven is the vision of hell itself |
[02:39.000] | A raving point of exit, the destruction of every dream and hope |
[02:47.000] | Today' s youth discomfort Fuel for the Propaganda engine |
[02:57.000] | We' ll slaughter your future and rape your newborn children |
[03:04.000] | You don' t exist, you never existed |
[03:12.000] | Our art is made of gore and entrails |
[03:20.000] | Paintings of cruelty to design your unexisting lives |
[03:29.000] | Your breath is dying out frame after frame |
[03:37.000] | This movie is no more blue |
[03:39.000] | We painted blue with black and flesh with bloodred |
[05:13.000] | You suffer your hell on Earth |
[05:33.000] | To jerkoff as they cut you to pieces |
[05:39.000] | To zoom on your agonizing desperate eyes |
[05:45.000] | To stare your now eternal looks of terror |
[05:52.000] | Your lives never meant anything to us |
[06:14.000] | To look at your empty faces dressing your own deadskin masks |
[06:23.000] | To think of your dreams we butchered at birth |
[06:27.000] | No one is innocent |
[06:34.000] | No one is innocent |
[06:46.000] | Now we finally consumed our dish best served cold |
[06:54.000] | You fucking die, we become Gods |
[07:14.000] | We become Gods |
[07:30.000] | A Dish Best Served Cold |