Song | Temple Of Lies |
Artist | Hocico |
Album | Odio Bajo El Alma |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hocico | |
Fatten those tender lambs | |
'Til they're ready | |
to be brought forth | |
into the temple of lies. | |
Taste this powder make a choice | |
before someone hurts the children | |
they're gonna show us | |
the oppression that we've felt | |
we hope aggression dies away. | |
Shocked brains wondering who's gonna fall | |
impressions from the holy eyes | |
I'm hearing their lies | |
I'm seeing their eyes looking for preys | |
What's gonna happen in this place? | |
confused mental state. | |
I see their faith riping apart. | |
Show them your shape | |
shattered, beaten, tired. | |
they say : just pray | |
questions dividing us. | |
like a blurred image | |
composed of fantasies | |
believe it their ideals | |
are on decay. | |
Fixed way we see that's only an ambition | |
for along time we've drunk their insults with fear | |
vestiges of repentance | |
we're afraid to see beyond our eyes | |
what do we hide? | |
Feign compassion and pull out his heart with your hand | |
There's no much left here | |
They are so lost yearning madly for a clear light | |
The temple of lies. |
zuo qu : Hocico | |
Fatten those tender lambs | |
' Til they' re ready | |
to be brought forth | |
into the temple of lies. | |
Taste this powder make a choice | |
before someone hurts the children | |
they' re gonna show us | |
the oppression that we' ve felt | |
we hope aggression dies away. | |
Shocked brains wondering who' s gonna fall | |
impressions from the holy eyes | |
I' m hearing their lies | |
I' m seeing their eyes looking for preys | |
What' s gonna happen in this place? | |
confused mental state. | |
I see their faith riping apart. | |
Show them your shape | |
shattered, beaten, tired. | |
they say nbsp: just pray | |
questions dividing us. | |
like a blurred image | |
composed of fantasies | |
believe it their ideals | |
are on decay. | |
Fixed way we see that' s only an ambition | |
for along time we' ve drunk their insults with fear | |
vestiges of repentance | |
we' re afraid to see beyond our eyes | |
what do we hide? | |
Feign compassion and pull out his heart with your hand | |
There' s no much left here | |
They are so lost yearning madly for a clear light | |
The temple of lies. |
zuò qǔ : Hocico | |
Fatten those tender lambs | |
' Til they' re ready | |
to be brought forth | |
into the temple of lies. | |
Taste this powder make a choice | |
before someone hurts the children | |
they' re gonna show us | |
the oppression that we' ve felt | |
we hope aggression dies away. | |
Shocked brains wondering who' s gonna fall | |
impressions from the holy eyes | |
I' m hearing their lies | |
I' m seeing their eyes looking for preys | |
What' s gonna happen in this place? | |
confused mental state. | |
I see their faith riping apart. | |
Show them your shape | |
shattered, beaten, tired. | |
they say nbsp: just pray | |
questions dividing us. | |
like a blurred image | |
composed of fantasies | |
believe it their ideals | |
are on decay. | |
Fixed way we see that' s only an ambition | |
for along time we' ve drunk their insults with fear | |
vestiges of repentance | |
we' re afraid to see beyond our eyes | |
what do we hide? | |
Feign compassion and pull out his heart with your hand | |
There' s no much left here | |
They are so lost yearning madly for a clear light | |
The temple of lies. |