Song | A Filthy Addiction |
Artist | The Crimson Armada |
Album | Behold the Architect |
作曲 : Crimson Armada | |
"I burned in the Garden of Paradise!" | |
A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat. | |
For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with earth. | |
He ingests his wealth, contemplates the drain, his emerald soul. | |
His grave will sleep warm of opulent eyeballs. | |
And at the summoning grounds is the reunion where abundance is abound. | |
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
Thus he verbalized for every sad inhuman worth. | |
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
And so commenced the sick unholy glowing green addiction. | |
Thy thirst to strip the forest keeps the world in cold affliction. | |
Sunk in leaves of sustenance, | |
drilling holes in all his teeth. | |
Locked the spoils in their place, | |
"Carry your grin between your greed" | |
Infinitely basking, is his chest displaced with gold? | |
The mountains have not piled yet, must he slit a robins throat? | |
The years will multiply and yet he never feels content with himself | |
and now he turns to burn the garden of paradise. | |
Nothing saves. | |
Behold there is no gold that saves your soul. | |
To quantify salvation is to be unborn. | |
There is no price on life to be paid. | |
Every man has his own savior. | |
His basking is now met with an unfortunate realization. | |
Of his heart solid gold failed on the stretchers congression. | |
And so it had ended. | |
Echoed forever in a filthy addiction. |
zuò qǔ : Crimson Armada | |
" I burned in the Garden of Paradise!" | |
A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat. | |
For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with earth. | |
He ingests his wealth, contemplates the drain, his emerald soul. | |
His grave will sleep warm of opulent eyeballs. | |
And at the summoning grounds is the reunion where abundance is abound. | |
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
Thus he verbalized for every sad inhuman worth. | |
Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
And so commenced the sick unholy glowing green addiction. | |
Thy thirst to strip the forest keeps the world in cold affliction. | |
Sunk in leaves of sustenance, | |
drilling holes in all his teeth. | |
Locked the spoils in their place, | |
" Carry your grin between your greed" | |
Infinitely basking, is his chest displaced with gold? | |
The mountains have not piled yet, must he slit a robins throat? | |
The years will multiply and yet he never feels content with himself | |
and now he turns to burn the garden of paradise. | |
Nothing saves. | |
Behold there is no gold that saves your soul. | |
To quantify salvation is to be unborn. | |
There is no price on life to be paid. | |
Every man has his own savior. | |
His basking is now met with an unfortunate realization. | |
Of his heart solid gold failed on the stretchers congression. | |
And so it had ended. | |
Echoed forever in a filthy addiction. |