The Cult of Ray Lyrics

	作词 : Black
	What is there to say?
	Still I can't be silent
	Hear the Cult of Ray
	And you'll be enlightened
	People: they're no fun
	I saw Raymond speak one time, he said,
	"Hello."
	And as he opened up my mind, oh
	So fried and battered, I
	I heard his words so very fine
	So high above this constant dripping chatter
	Young sharks feeding on the scrapple, and
	It pushes up on your Adam's apple, and
	You can't hear yourself in all this babble, and
	Are you feeling role strain?
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	In a dark place in the deep sky
	There's an old man in a coffee can
	And he's waitin' in the old rain
	In the deep sky and he's waitin
	And he's waiting
	And he's waiting
	And he's waiting
	And he's waiting
	Hear the Cult of Ray
	Fear the boy as tyrant
	People have their way
	When their mood is violent
	People: they're no fun
	I had a century in mind, wait, oh no
	At least two centuries in mind, wait
	It does not matter and
	This rock is turning into sand
	While we are drowning here in our own shatter
	But you can't eat dirt 'cause it tastes so awful
	Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee, and
	I can't smile 'cause I got me a mouthful, and
	I been grindin' this grain
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	In a dark space in a deep water
	Lives an old man in a coffee can
	And he's waitin' in the old rain

	zuo ci : Black
	What is there to say?
	Still I can' t be silent
	Hear the Cult of Ray
	And you' ll be enlightened
	People: they' re no fun
	I saw Raymond speak one time, he said,
	" Hello."
	And as he opened up my mind, oh
	So fried and battered, I
	I heard his words so very fine
	So high above this constant dripping chatter
	Young sharks feeding on the scrapple, and
	It pushes up on your Adam' s apple, and
	You can' t hear yourself in all this babble, and
	Are you feeling role strain?
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	In a dark place in the deep sky
	There' s an old man in a coffee can
	And he' s waitin' in the old rain
	In the deep sky and he' s waitin
	And he' s waiting
	And he' s waiting
	And he' s waiting
	And he' s waiting
	Hear the Cult of Ray
	Fear the boy as tyrant
	People have their way
	When their mood is violent
	People: they' re no fun
	I had a century in mind, wait, oh no
	At least two centuries in mind, wait
	It does not matter and
	This rock is turning into sand
	While we are drowning here in our own shatter
	But you can' t eat dirt ' cause it tastes so awful
	Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee, and
	I can' t smile ' cause I got me a mouthful, and
	I been grindin' this grain
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	In a dark space in a deep water
	Lives an old man in a coffee can
	And he' s waitin' in the old rain

	zuò cí : Black
	What is there to say?
	Still I can' t be silent
	Hear the Cult of Ray
	And you' ll be enlightened
	People: they' re no fun
	I saw Raymond speak one time, he said,
	" Hello."
	And as he opened up my mind, oh
	So fried and battered, I
	I heard his words so very fine
	So high above this constant dripping chatter
	Young sharks feeding on the scrapple, and
	It pushes up on your Adam' s apple, and
	You can' t hear yourself in all this babble, and
	Are you feeling role strain?
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	In a dark place in the deep sky
	There' s an old man in a coffee can
	And he' s waitin' in the old rain
	In the deep sky and he' s waitin
	And he' s waiting
	And he' s waiting
	And he' s waiting
	And he' s waiting
	Hear the Cult of Ray
	Fear the boy as tyrant
	People have their way
	When their mood is violent
	People: they' re no fun
	I had a century in mind, wait, oh no
	At least two centuries in mind, wait
	It does not matter and
	This rock is turning into sand
	While we are drowning here in our own shatter
	But you can' t eat dirt ' cause it tastes so awful
	Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee, and
	I can' t smile ' cause I got me a mouthful, and
	I been grindin' this grain
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal
	Melting rock into metal again
	In a dark space in a deep water
	Lives an old man in a coffee can
	And he' s waitin' in the old rain

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