| Song | Sweetness |
| Artist | Ripping Corpse |
| Album | Dreaming With The Dead |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Ripping Corpse |
| [00:08.778] | Sweetness, can't you smell the sweetness? |
| [00:16.300] | My penchant for slicing flesh |
| [00:19.739] | You'd bear no witness |
| [00:23.083] | My sickness |
| [00:25.986] | A most foul sickness |
| [00:29.327] | The odor of death still clings to me |
| [00:32.444] | So sweetly |
| [00:34.088] | Too sweetly |
| [00:35.511] | Living canvas just scream and scream |
| [00:38.536] | For the last and the only son of divine sickness |
| [01:09.298] | I carve flowers in their flesh |
| [01:10.436] | I always mourn for their deaths |
| [01:11.691] | To see a fragile canvas rot and wither to dust |
| [01:13.906] | The sweetest sweet scent of their fresh let blood |
| [01:16.565] | Utter revulsion for what I've done |
| [01:18.904] | This gross repugnant mission is my cross to bear |
| [01:23.909] | My strength is in their pain |
| [01:26.239] | Pure hate, pure hate |
| [01:28.833] | Sacred yet profane |
| [01:30.980] | Ordained, ordained |
| [01:42.822] | My life has taken this vicious turn |
| [01:44.383] | An absurd icon that you might learn |
| [01:46.449] | That flesh is weak |
| [01:46.898] | A soul maligned you cannot trust |
| [01:49.544] | Because hiding behind a pleasant smile |
| [01:51.043] | Can be a tormented mind defiled |
| [01:53.125] | Natured in a world that cultures hate |
| [02:48.487] | My sensitivity |
| [02:50.527] | My brutality |
| [02:53.056] | It's all relative |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Ripping Corpse |
| [00:08.778] | Sweetness, can' t you smell the sweetness? |
| [00:16.300] | My penchant for slicing flesh |
| [00:19.739] | You' d bear no witness |
| [00:23.083] | My sickness |
| [00:25.986] | A most foul sickness |
| [00:29.327] | The odor of death still clings to me |
| [00:32.444] | So sweetly |
| [00:34.088] | Too sweetly |
| [00:35.511] | Living canvas just scream and scream |
| [00:38.536] | For the last and the only son of divine sickness |
| [01:09.298] | I carve flowers in their flesh |
| [01:10.436] | I always mourn for their deaths |
| [01:11.691] | To see a fragile canvas rot and wither to dust |
| [01:13.906] | The sweetest sweet scent of their fresh let blood |
| [01:16.565] | Utter revulsion for what I' ve done |
| [01:18.904] | This gross repugnant mission is my cross to bear |
| [01:23.909] | My strength is in their pain |
| [01:26.239] | Pure hate, pure hate |
| [01:28.833] | Sacred yet profane |
| [01:30.980] | Ordained, ordained |
| [01:42.822] | My life has taken this vicious turn |
| [01:44.383] | An absurd icon that you might learn |
| [01:46.449] | That flesh is weak |
| [01:46.898] | A soul maligned you cannot trust |
| [01:49.544] | Because hiding behind a pleasant smile |
| [01:51.043] | Can be a tormented mind defiled |
| [01:53.125] | Natured in a world that cultures hate |
| [02:48.487] | My sensitivity |
| [02:50.527] | My brutality |
| [02:53.056] | It' s all relative |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Ripping Corpse |
| [00:08.778] | Sweetness, can' t you smell the sweetness? |
| [00:16.300] | My penchant for slicing flesh |
| [00:19.739] | You' d bear no witness |
| [00:23.083] | My sickness |
| [00:25.986] | A most foul sickness |
| [00:29.327] | The odor of death still clings to me |
| [00:32.444] | So sweetly |
| [00:34.088] | Too sweetly |
| [00:35.511] | Living canvas just scream and scream |
| [00:38.536] | For the last and the only son of divine sickness |
| [01:09.298] | I carve flowers in their flesh |
| [01:10.436] | I always mourn for their deaths |
| [01:11.691] | To see a fragile canvas rot and wither to dust |
| [01:13.906] | The sweetest sweet scent of their fresh let blood |
| [01:16.565] | Utter revulsion for what I' ve done |
| [01:18.904] | This gross repugnant mission is my cross to bear |
| [01:23.909] | My strength is in their pain |
| [01:26.239] | Pure hate, pure hate |
| [01:28.833] | Sacred yet profane |
| [01:30.980] | Ordained, ordained |
| [01:42.822] | My life has taken this vicious turn |
| [01:44.383] | An absurd icon that you might learn |
| [01:46.449] | That flesh is weak |
| [01:46.898] | A soul maligned you cannot trust |
| [01:49.544] | Because hiding behind a pleasant smile |
| [01:51.043] | Can be a tormented mind defiled |
| [01:53.125] | Natured in a world that cultures hate |
| [02:48.487] | My sensitivity |
| [02:50.527] | My brutality |
| [02:53.056] | It' s all relative |