| Song | Bedlam Walls |
| Artist | Hexen |
| Album | State of Insurgency |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Hexen |
| [00:22.77] | Across the veil in the womb of the dark |
| [00:26.79] | A structure was built from bones |
| [00:27.51] | Bones of the maniacal, insane, and cynic |
| [00:29.97] | To silence their screams and moans |
| [00:31.47] | Housing the land's B-population |
| [00:34.35] | Of fungus and filth they were born |
| [00:37.23] | A place where they can meet and congregate |
| [00:39.36] | Dwelling at night, asleep in the morn |
| [00:41.49] | They would dance, and play and sing |
| [00:44.70] | Then frictions would violently grow |
| [00:46.14] | Beat each other even to the death |
| [00:49.74] | Rape women like venomous whores |
| [01:03.12] | Blood flows from bedlam walls |
| [01:04.11] | Sanctuary for the diseased |
| [01:05.97] | Institution for the demented |
| [01:09.12] | Architectured for suffering |
| [01:33.27] | No authority regulates the premise |
| [01:35.04] | The asylum lives off of their pain |
| [01:37.62] | Surrounded by sewers, miles from nowhere |
| [01:40.17] | Radiant through the pitch-black rain |
| [01:44.52] | As it stood 100 years before |
| [01:45.06] | The building still stands today |
| [01:47.46] | There's no place else the sick can go |
| [01:49.89] | And drift through life day by day |
| [01:52.32] | So, how do I tell do you ask? |
| [01:53.73] | Stories only the patients there keep |
| [01:56.31] | Well, I had escaped for I was not ill |
| [01:59.55] | But it still haunts me in my sleep |
| [02:13.53] | Blood flows from bedlam walls |
| [02:14.19] | Sanctuary for the diseased |
| [02:14.82] | Institution for the demented |
| [02:19.29] | And their souls will never be free |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Hexen |
| [00:22.77] | Across the veil in the womb of the dark |
| [00:26.79] | A structure was built from bones |
| [00:27.51] | Bones of the maniacal, insane, and cynic |
| [00:29.97] | To silence their screams and moans |
| [00:31.47] | Housing the land' s B-population |
| [00:34.35] | Of fungus and filth they were born |
| [00:37.23] | A place where they can meet and congregate |
| [00:39.36] | Dwelling at night, asleep in the morn |
| [00:41.49] | They would dance, and play and sing |
| [00:44.70] | Then frictions would violently grow |
| [00:46.14] | Beat each other even to the death |
| [00:49.74] | Rape women like venomous whores |
| [01:03.12] | Blood flows from bedlam walls |
| [01:04.11] | Sanctuary for the diseased |
| [01:05.97] | Institution for the demented |
| [01:09.12] | Architectured for suffering |
| [01:33.27] | No authority regulates the premise |
| [01:35.04] | The asylum lives off of their pain |
| [01:37.62] | Surrounded by sewers, miles from nowhere |
| [01:40.17] | Radiant through the pitch-black rain |
| [01:44.52] | As it stood 100 years before |
| [01:45.06] | The building still stands today |
| [01:47.46] | There' s no place else the sick can go |
| [01:49.89] | And drift through life day by day |
| [01:52.32] | So, how do I tell do you ask? |
| [01:53.73] | Stories only the patients there keep |
| [01:56.31] | Well, I had escaped for I was not ill |
| [01:59.55] | But it still haunts me in my sleep |
| [02:13.53] | Blood flows from bedlam walls |
| [02:14.19] | Sanctuary for the diseased |
| [02:14.82] | Institution for the demented |
| [02:19.29] | And their souls will never be free |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Hexen |
| [00:22.77] | Across the veil in the womb of the dark |
| [00:26.79] | A structure was built from bones |
| [00:27.51] | Bones of the maniacal, insane, and cynic |
| [00:29.97] | To silence their screams and moans |
| [00:31.47] | Housing the land' s B-population |
| [00:34.35] | Of fungus and filth they were born |
| [00:37.23] | A place where they can meet and congregate |
| [00:39.36] | Dwelling at night, asleep in the morn |
| [00:41.49] | They would dance, and play and sing |
| [00:44.70] | Then frictions would violently grow |
| [00:46.14] | Beat each other even to the death |
| [00:49.74] | Rape women like venomous whores |
| [01:03.12] | Blood flows from bedlam walls |
| [01:04.11] | Sanctuary for the diseased |
| [01:05.97] | Institution for the demented |
| [01:09.12] | Architectured for suffering |
| [01:33.27] | No authority regulates the premise |
| [01:35.04] | The asylum lives off of their pain |
| [01:37.62] | Surrounded by sewers, miles from nowhere |
| [01:40.17] | Radiant through the pitch-black rain |
| [01:44.52] | As it stood 100 years before |
| [01:45.06] | The building still stands today |
| [01:47.46] | There' s no place else the sick can go |
| [01:49.89] | And drift through life day by day |
| [01:52.32] | So, how do I tell do you ask? |
| [01:53.73] | Stories only the patients there keep |
| [01:56.31] | Well, I had escaped for I was not ill |
| [01:59.55] | But it still haunts me in my sleep |
| [02:13.53] | Blood flows from bedlam walls |
| [02:14.19] | Sanctuary for the diseased |
| [02:14.82] | Institution for the demented |
| [02:19.29] | And their souls will never be free |