Song | Flowers Are Slow |
Artist | Nekromantix |
Album | Life Is A Grave & I Dig It |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
There's a seed on Satan's lawn, | |
In the heat it grows so strong, | |
Eternal Anguish, | |
On this lawn where we belong, | |
Be cautious watch your step, | |
And don't awake the wrath and hate, | |
Don't fall behind, | |
Keep it up and tag along, | |
There's no chance for escape, | |
From this the dark lord's estate, | |
You better swallow your pride, | |
And accept your fate, | |
The poisoned soil of pain, | |
Keeps you confined in his domain, | |
Don't ever trust a snake's advise, | |
Bite the apple let the nightmares materialize! | |
See them suffer, hear them shriek, | |
Roses might be pretty, but they're also weak, | |
The smell is sweet, but leaves a bitter taste, | |
Flowers are slow, weeds make haste, | |
There's a seed on Satan's lawn, | |
More powerful than any thorn, | |
It grows, apace, | |
and feeds on grief and mourn | |
There's no way you can hide, | |
In this field of beezlebub, | |
You better get past your suburbia, | |
and join the club! |
zuo qu : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
There' s a seed on Satan' s lawn, | |
In the heat it grows so strong, | |
Eternal Anguish, | |
On this lawn where we belong, | |
Be cautious watch your step, | |
And don' t awake the wrath and hate, | |
Don' t fall behind, | |
Keep it up and tag along, | |
There' s no chance for escape, | |
From this the dark lord' s estate, | |
You better swallow your pride, | |
And accept your fate, | |
The poisoned soil of pain, | |
Keeps you confined in his domain, | |
Don' t ever trust a snake' s advise, | |
Bite the apple let the nightmares materialize! | |
See them suffer, hear them shriek, | |
Roses might be pretty, but they' re also weak, | |
The smell is sweet, but leaves a bitter taste, | |
Flowers are slow, weeds make haste, | |
There' s a seed on Satan' s lawn, | |
More powerful than any thorn, | |
It grows, apace, | |
and feeds on grief and mourn | |
There' s no way you can hide, | |
In this field of beezlebub, | |
You better get past your suburbia, | |
and join the club! |
zuò qǔ : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
There' s a seed on Satan' s lawn, | |
In the heat it grows so strong, | |
Eternal Anguish, | |
On this lawn where we belong, | |
Be cautious watch your step, | |
And don' t awake the wrath and hate, | |
Don' t fall behind, | |
Keep it up and tag along, | |
There' s no chance for escape, | |
From this the dark lord' s estate, | |
You better swallow your pride, | |
And accept your fate, | |
The poisoned soil of pain, | |
Keeps you confined in his domain, | |
Don' t ever trust a snake' s advise, | |
Bite the apple let the nightmares materialize! | |
See them suffer, hear them shriek, | |
Roses might be pretty, but they' re also weak, | |
The smell is sweet, but leaves a bitter taste, | |
Flowers are slow, weeds make haste, | |
There' s a seed on Satan' s lawn, | |
More powerful than any thorn, | |
It grows, apace, | |
and feeds on grief and mourn | |
There' s no way you can hide, | |
In this field of beezlebub, | |
You better get past your suburbia, | |
and join the club! |