Song | Beauty Through The Eyes Of A Predator |
Artist | Demon Hunter |
Album | Death, A Destination |
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作曲 : Demon Hunter | |
I'm not the only one who can't see why it crossed your mind | |
I see your life and death reduce into a product line | |
It's not enough to see you speaking through the blindest of eyes | |
The same dead, cold breath is reducing mine | |
I can't see why | |
You're not a saint, you're a thief | |
You can't deny | |
It's all a ploy underneath. | |
All I've seen (you better learn to keep your face under the dark) | |
All I need (wake up and feel the blood escape your heart) | |
Your disease (for every word that you devalue and mistake) | |
I can't breathe (for every soul you nauseate with what you say) [CHORUS:] | |
You've brought this verdict on yourself (before we ever had a chance) | |
I hope you cry for the one's you've lost. | |
You built this burden when you fell (you know we never took a glance) | |
I hope it's worth all the blood it cost. | |
It's been a long way back from the dissipated path | |
Only half way through, say goodbye and take a breath | |
And when the end shines new with the burn of nothing left | |
I'll give you one last chance to say you're done and give it back. | |
I won't agree. | |
Your remedy is a joke. | |
I can't believe. | |
That you can breathe and not choke. [CHORUS] | |
Peddle your faith to the blind. | |
And cheapen the love that you feel so painful. | |
Pushing the guilt through your spine. | |
And suffer the mold of a prime example. [CHORUS] | |
I feel my lungs beginning to burn. | |
With every foolish word that you spit, another nail you'll get. |
zuo qu : Demon Hunter | |
I' m not the only one who can' t see why it crossed your mind | |
I see your life and death reduce into a product line | |
It' s not enough to see you speaking through the blindest of eyes | |
The same dead, cold breath is reducing mine | |
I can' t see why | |
You' re not a saint, you' re a thief | |
You can' t deny | |
It' s all a ploy underneath. | |
All I' ve seen you better learn to keep your face under the dark | |
All I need wake up and feel the blood escape your heart | |
Your disease for every word that you devalue and mistake | |
I can' t breathe for every soul you nauseate with what you say CHORUS: | |
You' ve brought this verdict on yourself before we ever had a chance | |
I hope you cry for the one' s you' ve lost. | |
You built this burden when you fell you know we never took a glance | |
I hope it' s worth all the blood it cost. | |
It' s been a long way back from the dissipated path | |
Only half way through, say goodbye and take a breath | |
And when the end shines new with the burn of nothing left | |
I' ll give you one last chance to say you' re done and give it back. | |
I won' t agree. | |
Your remedy is a joke. | |
I can' t believe. | |
That you can breathe and not choke. CHORUS | |
Peddle your faith to the blind. | |
And cheapen the love that you feel so painful. | |
Pushing the guilt through your spine. | |
And suffer the mold of a prime example. CHORUS | |
I feel my lungs beginning to burn. | |
With every foolish word that you spit, another nail you' ll get. |
zuò qǔ : Demon Hunter | |
I' m not the only one who can' t see why it crossed your mind | |
I see your life and death reduce into a product line | |
It' s not enough to see you speaking through the blindest of eyes | |
The same dead, cold breath is reducing mine | |
I can' t see why | |
You' re not a saint, you' re a thief | |
You can' t deny | |
It' s all a ploy underneath. | |
All I' ve seen you better learn to keep your face under the dark | |
All I need wake up and feel the blood escape your heart | |
Your disease for every word that you devalue and mistake | |
I can' t breathe for every soul you nauseate with what you say CHORUS: | |
You' ve brought this verdict on yourself before we ever had a chance | |
I hope you cry for the one' s you' ve lost. | |
You built this burden when you fell you know we never took a glance | |
I hope it' s worth all the blood it cost. | |
It' s been a long way back from the dissipated path | |
Only half way through, say goodbye and take a breath | |
And when the end shines new with the burn of nothing left | |
I' ll give you one last chance to say you' re done and give it back. | |
I won' t agree. | |
Your remedy is a joke. | |
I can' t believe. | |
That you can breathe and not choke. CHORUS | |
Peddle your faith to the blind. | |
And cheapen the love that you feel so painful. | |
Pushing the guilt through your spine. | |
And suffer the mold of a prime example. CHORUS | |
I feel my lungs beginning to burn. | |
With every foolish word that you spit, another nail you' ll get. |