Song | Blaze |
Artist | AngelMaker |
Album | Decay |
作词 : Jesse Price/Michael Greenwood/Matt Perrine/Casey Tyson-Pearce/Cole Rideout/Colton Bennett | |
作曲 : Jesse Price/Michael Greenwood/Matt Perrine/Casey Tyson-Pearce/Cole Rideout/Colton Bennett | |
The pleasure is all mine to take this life you worthless swine | |
Your death unknown it won't be quick | |
To the back of the head with a ****ing brick | |
Broken, beaten, left to die | |
No one will hear your screams as they echo | |
Across the ****ing sky | |
I'll tie you to your bed and set your ****ing world ablaze | |
All these memories inside burned along with your existence | |
I am the one who lurks in | |
The shadow of your nightmare | |
This is the incentive obituary | |
Taking over hatred is nothing but insanity | |
Nightmares instinctive in calamity | |
This is for your entity | |
Drain the blood | |
From your veins | |
Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
Drain! | |
Drain! | |
Drain the blood from your veins | |
Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
No longer will I hear your wretched voice echoing inside my restless mind | |
You will forever ****ing rest | |
In this shallow grave | |
Of treachery | |
You lay and pray to your god | |
Well, that god you speak of | |
IS DEAD | |
In my basement | |
With a bullet in his head | |
Never the sun of tomorrow shall you see | |
Left to rot in a ditch you ****ing bitch |
zuò cí : Jesse Price Michael Greenwood Matt Perrine Casey TysonPearce Cole Rideout Colton Bennett | |
zuò qǔ : Jesse Price Michael Greenwood Matt Perrine Casey TysonPearce Cole Rideout Colton Bennett | |
The pleasure is all mine to take this life you worthless swine | |
Your death unknown it won' t be quick | |
To the back of the head with a ing brick | |
Broken, beaten, left to die | |
No one will hear your screams as they echo | |
Across the ing sky | |
I' ll tie you to your bed and set your ing world ablaze | |
All these memories inside burned along with your existence | |
I am the one who lurks in | |
The shadow of your nightmare | |
This is the incentive obituary | |
Taking over hatred is nothing but insanity | |
Nightmares instinctive in calamity | |
This is for your entity | |
Drain the blood | |
From your veins | |
Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
Drain! | |
Drain! | |
Drain the blood from your veins | |
Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
No longer will I hear your wretched voice echoing inside my restless mind | |
You will forever ing rest | |
In this shallow grave | |
Of treachery | |
You lay and pray to your god | |
Well, that god you speak of | |
IS DEAD | |
In my basement | |
With a bullet in his head | |
Never the sun of tomorrow shall you see | |
Left to rot in a ditch you ing bitch |