Song | Greed Killing |
Artist | Napalm Death |
Album | Diatribes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Embury, Harris | |
The wrong time, the wrong place, | |
our smiling face of distrust. | |
Buried, the seed deep in all our heads. | |
Prepared ouselves for the fall. | |
The greed killing! | |
Instinct to mistrust, | |
instinct- the lust. | |
Their butchery of feelings, | |
geared for the greed killing. | |
The greed killing! | |
Not now, when then? | |
Not now, when then? | |
When?(x4) | |
The lust denies the need.(x5) | |
Existence is a steady flow, | |
the moulded image grows, | |
No core, no faith in what you are, | |
the pressure builds right from the start. | |
Could it be just sour grapes? | |
Or have we failed to fit their shape? | |
It's always give, and never take. | |
How much more can we give? | |
How much more can we take? |
zuo ci : Embury, Harris | |
The wrong time, the wrong place, | |
our smiling face of distrust. | |
Buried, the seed deep in all our heads. | |
Prepared ouselves for the fall. | |
The greed killing! | |
Instinct to mistrust, | |
instinct the lust. | |
Their butchery of feelings, | |
geared for the greed killing. | |
The greed killing! | |
Not now, when then? | |
Not now, when then? | |
When? x4 | |
The lust denies the need. x5 | |
Existence is a steady flow, | |
the moulded image grows, | |
No core, no faith in what you are, | |
the pressure builds right from the start. | |
Could it be just sour grapes? | |
Or have we failed to fit their shape? | |
It' s always give, and never take. | |
How much more can we give? | |
How much more can we take? |
zuò cí : Embury, Harris | |
The wrong time, the wrong place, | |
our smiling face of distrust. | |
Buried, the seed deep in all our heads. | |
Prepared ouselves for the fall. | |
The greed killing! | |
Instinct to mistrust, | |
instinct the lust. | |
Their butchery of feelings, | |
geared for the greed killing. | |
The greed killing! | |
Not now, when then? | |
Not now, when then? | |
When? x4 | |
The lust denies the need. x5 | |
Existence is a steady flow, | |
the moulded image grows, | |
No core, no faith in what you are, | |
the pressure builds right from the start. | |
Could it be just sour grapes? | |
Or have we failed to fit their shape? | |
It' s always give, and never take. | |
How much more can we give? | |
How much more can we take? |