| Song | Last Zip Of Spit |
| Artist | God Dethroned |
| Album | The Lair Of The White Worm |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sattler | |
| Dictatorship is what you aim for | |
| But what you need is a kick in the teeth | |
| What makes you think God protects you | |
| Soon you'll learn that's not the case | |
| I'll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| 'Cause it's you I despise | |
| What I'll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Chopped off your head, chopped off your limbs | |
| Chopped off everything | |
| Cut out your heart, cut out your eyes | |
| I ripped you all apart | |
| I'll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| 'Cause it's you I despise | |
| What I'll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| I pull out the knife plunged into your chest | |
| The blood is spraying in my face | |
| So I can't even see you die | |
| I guess your veins will be drained | |
| I'll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| 'Cause it's you I despise | |
| What I'll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| Die! | |
| Lead: Sattler | |
| Lead: Delahaye | |
| Broken bones stick out of your flesh | |
| It was me out of control | |
| Then the final convulsion comes | |
| It brings you peace eternally | |
| I'll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| 'Cause it's you I despise | |
| What I'll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| Now die! | |
| Die! |
| zuo ci : Sattler | |
| Dictatorship is what you aim for | |
| But what you need is a kick in the teeth | |
| What makes you think God protects you | |
| Soon you' ll learn that' s not the case | |
| I' ll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| ' Cause it' s you I despise | |
| What I' ll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Chopped off your head, chopped off your limbs | |
| Chopped off everything | |
| Cut out your heart, cut out your eyes | |
| I ripped you all apart | |
| I' ll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| ' Cause it' s you I despise | |
| What I' ll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| I pull out the knife plunged into your chest | |
| The blood is spraying in my face | |
| So I can' t even see you die | |
| I guess your veins will be drained | |
| I' ll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| ' Cause it' s you I despise | |
| What I' ll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| Die! | |
| Lead: Sattler | |
| Lead: Delahaye | |
| Broken bones stick out of your flesh | |
| It was me out of control | |
| Then the final convulsion comes | |
| It brings you peace eternally | |
| I' ll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| ' Cause it' s you I despise | |
| What I' ll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| Now die! | |
| Die! |
| zuò cí : Sattler | |
| Dictatorship is what you aim for | |
| But what you need is a kick in the teeth | |
| What makes you think God protects you | |
| Soon you' ll learn that' s not the case | |
| I' ll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| ' Cause it' s you I despise | |
| What I' ll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Chopped off your head, chopped off your limbs | |
| Chopped off everything | |
| Cut out your heart, cut out your eyes | |
| I ripped you all apart | |
| I' ll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| ' Cause it' s you I despise | |
| What I' ll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| I pull out the knife plunged into your chest | |
| The blood is spraying in my face | |
| So I can' t even see you die | |
| I guess your veins will be drained | |
| I' ll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| ' Cause it' s you I despise | |
| What I' ll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| Die! | |
| Lead: Sattler | |
| Lead: Delahaye | |
| Broken bones stick out of your flesh | |
| It was me out of control | |
| Then the final convulsion comes | |
| It brings you peace eternally | |
| I' ll take your blood to feed my hate | |
| ' Cause it' s you I despise | |
| What I' ll do is save for you | |
| The last zip of spit | |
| Stab your knife into my back | |
| And twist the blade around | |
| You could kill me easily | |
| But not if I would kill you first | |
| Now die! | |
| Die! |