Song | Adorations |
Artist | Killing Joke |
Album | Brighter Than A Thousand Suns (Restored Mixes Version) [Original recording remastered] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Killing Joke | |
Courage and cowards move, heroes to ecstasy | |
Welcomes of war and wounds, vigil and victory | |
Structures of atoms dance, sugar towards the taster | |
Prey to the predator, love as we're falling down | |
Through light and laughter flow, to dirge and death we go | |
Mindless processions move, lanterns of burning towns | |
Welcome to fray and feast, bliss in all sorrows found | |
Rhythms and random moves and waves of adorations | |
Patterns I'm finding | |
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle | |
Patterns we're finding | |
Our faces raised in adorations | |
Deserts are paradise, awake to genocides | |
Delight and suffering, these roles that we have found | |
Nourished by food we eat, hungered by waste excrete | |
From apes or sons of | |
God, let every act be sacred | |
Patterns I'm finding | |
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle | |
Patterns we're finding | |
Our faces raised in adorations |
zuo ci : Killing Joke | |
Courage and cowards move, heroes to ecstasy | |
Welcomes of war and wounds, vigil and victory | |
Structures of atoms dance, sugar towards the taster | |
Prey to the predator, love as we' re falling down | |
Through light and laughter flow, to dirge and death we go | |
Mindless processions move, lanterns of burning towns | |
Welcome to fray and feast, bliss in all sorrows found | |
Rhythms and random moves and waves of adorations | |
Patterns I' m finding | |
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle | |
Patterns we' re finding | |
Our faces raised in adorations | |
Deserts are paradise, awake to genocides | |
Delight and suffering, these roles that we have found | |
Nourished by food we eat, hungered by waste excrete | |
From apes or sons of | |
God, let every act be sacred | |
Patterns I' m finding | |
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle | |
Patterns we' re finding | |
Our faces raised in adorations |
zuò cí : Killing Joke | |
Courage and cowards move, heroes to ecstasy | |
Welcomes of war and wounds, vigil and victory | |
Structures of atoms dance, sugar towards the taster | |
Prey to the predator, love as we' re falling down | |
Through light and laughter flow, to dirge and death we go | |
Mindless processions move, lanterns of burning towns | |
Welcome to fray and feast, bliss in all sorrows found | |
Rhythms and random moves and waves of adorations | |
Patterns I' m finding | |
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle | |
Patterns we' re finding | |
Our faces raised in adorations | |
Deserts are paradise, awake to genocides | |
Delight and suffering, these roles that we have found | |
Nourished by food we eat, hungered by waste excrete | |
From apes or sons of | |
God, let every act be sacred | |
Patterns I' m finding | |
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle | |
Patterns we' re finding | |
Our faces raised in adorations |