| Song | Serve Your Masters |
| Artist | Hatebreed |
| Album | The Concrete Confessional |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : James Jasta/Frank Novinec/Chris Beattie/Wayne Lozinak/Matthey P. Byrne | |
| 作曲 : James Jasta/Frank Novinec/Chris Beattie/Wayne Lozinak/Matthey P. Byrne | |
| I've heard them all say the road to hell is paved | |
| With intentions of the good at heart | |
| Their morals keep them watching | |
| Redemption is flaunted | |
| But temptation is so hard to ward off | |
| Hell, is the grin of the sadist preacher | |
| Hell, the taste of every sin and vice | |
| Hell, the eyes of the obedient masses | |
| At the bottom's where you'll | |
| Dwell and smile like the smug entitled | |
| Dwell among the waste in exile | |
| Dwell with the needle in your ****ing arm | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You serve your masters well | |
| Now serve your masters in hell | |
| Flesh needs flesh | |
| Blood needs blood | |
| Have you served your masters well enough | |
| Lust needs lust | |
| Hate needs hate | |
| You live in the hell you create | |
| You serve your masters so well | |
| Their nightmares are made of songs hell's choir sings | |
| The screams of the damned so clear | |
| The rivers of fire, oceans of blood | |
| Will pale in comparison to here | |
| Hell, hell, hell | |
| You serve your masters well | |
| Hell, truest horrors of man come to life | |
| Hell, ancient lies that dull and deprive | |
| Hell, preying on confusion and torment | |
| At the bottom's wher you'll | |
| Dwell, with everyone casting judgement | |
| Dwell, imprisoned by belief and mindset | |
| Dwell, never being true to yourself | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : James Jasta Frank Novinec Chris Beattie Wayne Lozinak Matthey P. Byrne | |
| zuo qu : James Jasta Frank Novinec Chris Beattie Wayne Lozinak Matthey P. Byrne | |
| I' ve heard them all say the road to hell is paved | |
| With intentions of the good at heart | |
| Their morals keep them watching | |
| Redemption is flaunted | |
| But temptation is so hard to ward off | |
| Hell, is the grin of the sadist preacher | |
| Hell, the taste of every sin and vice | |
| Hell, the eyes of the obedient masses | |
| At the bottom' s where you' ll | |
| Dwell and smile like the smug entitled | |
| Dwell among the waste in exile | |
| Dwell with the needle in your ing arm | |
| Chorus | |
| You serve your masters well | |
| Now serve your masters in hell | |
| Flesh needs flesh | |
| Blood needs blood | |
| Have you served your masters well enough | |
| Lust needs lust | |
| Hate needs hate | |
| You live in the hell you create | |
| You serve your masters so well | |
| Their nightmares are made of songs hell' s choir sings | |
| The screams of the damned so clear | |
| The rivers of fire, oceans of blood | |
| Will pale in comparison to here | |
| Hell, hell, hell | |
| You serve your masters well | |
| Hell, truest horrors of man come to life | |
| Hell, ancient lies that dull and deprive | |
| Hell, preying on confusion and torment | |
| At the bottom' s wher you' ll | |
| Dwell, with everyone casting judgement | |
| Dwell, imprisoned by belief and mindset | |
| Dwell, never being true to yourself | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : James Jasta Frank Novinec Chris Beattie Wayne Lozinak Matthey P. Byrne | |
| zuò qǔ : James Jasta Frank Novinec Chris Beattie Wayne Lozinak Matthey P. Byrne | |
| I' ve heard them all say the road to hell is paved | |
| With intentions of the good at heart | |
| Their morals keep them watching | |
| Redemption is flaunted | |
| But temptation is so hard to ward off | |
| Hell, is the grin of the sadist preacher | |
| Hell, the taste of every sin and vice | |
| Hell, the eyes of the obedient masses | |
| At the bottom' s where you' ll | |
| Dwell and smile like the smug entitled | |
| Dwell among the waste in exile | |
| Dwell with the needle in your ing arm | |
| Chorus | |
| You serve your masters well | |
| Now serve your masters in hell | |
| Flesh needs flesh | |
| Blood needs blood | |
| Have you served your masters well enough | |
| Lust needs lust | |
| Hate needs hate | |
| You live in the hell you create | |
| You serve your masters so well | |
| Their nightmares are made of songs hell' s choir sings | |
| The screams of the damned so clear | |
| The rivers of fire, oceans of blood | |
| Will pale in comparison to here | |
| Hell, hell, hell | |
| You serve your masters well | |
| Hell, truest horrors of man come to life | |
| Hell, ancient lies that dull and deprive | |
| Hell, preying on confusion and torment | |
| At the bottom' s wher you' ll | |
| Dwell, with everyone casting judgement | |
| Dwell, imprisoned by belief and mindset | |
| Dwell, never being true to yourself | |
| Chorus |