Song | Shithead |
Artist | The Haunted |
Album | Warning Shots |
作词 : Aro, Bjõrter, Bjõrter | |
Soulless and resurrected. | |
Hiding where hate resides. | |
I've died in as many ways. | |
As you can say die. | |
Infertile Tries. | |
Still I compromise to meet your master's will. | |
Tarnished veins, eternal pain. | |
Now innocence is fading, is fading... | |
Into my infernal dreams of passion. | |
That I appease with deeds of sin. | |
You got your wings from the angels divine. | |
I stole mine from flies that died. | |
Needle lies. | |
Holds our demise. | |
Seems every day has lost its thrill. | |
I damn the voices inside my head. | |
Now sanity is fading. | |
Death lurks where life is cheap | |
I won't betray what rules my mind | |
Shithead! | |
I'm convinced my life returns in time | |
Shithead! | |
My roots beneath your skin | |
In your guilt I nest. | |
Face the truth that lies ahead. | |
Alive or dead. | |
Infertile cries. | |
Still I compromise to meet your master's will. | |
A feedle life is a life undone. | |
All that's life is finally dying. | |
Death lurks where life expire. | |
I can't betray what rules my mind | |
Shithead! | |
Still convinced my life returns in time | |
Shithead! | |
Life's but a dress rehearsal for hell. | |
I'm convinced my life returns in time | |
Shithead! | |
Infertile cries. | |
Still I compromise | |
to meet your master's will. | |
Tarnished veins, eternal pain. | |
Now innocence is fading, is fading. | |
Death lurks where life is cheap | |
I must betray what rules my mind | |
Shithead! | |
Now I know my life will return in time | |
Shithead! |
zuò cí : Aro, Bj rter, Bj rter | |
Soulless and resurrected. | |
Hiding where hate resides. | |
I' ve died in as many ways. | |
As you can say die. | |
Infertile Tries. | |
Still I compromise to meet your master' s will. | |
Tarnished veins, eternal pain. | |
Now innocence is fading, is fading... | |
Into my infernal dreams of passion. | |
That I appease with deeds of sin. | |
You got your wings from the angels divine. | |
I stole mine from flies that died. | |
Needle lies. | |
Holds our demise. | |
Seems every day has lost its thrill. | |
I damn the voices inside my head. | |
Now sanity is fading. | |
Death lurks where life is cheap | |
I won' t betray what rules my mind | |
Shithead! | |
I' m convinced my life returns in time | |
Shithead! | |
My roots beneath your skin | |
In your guilt I nest. | |
Face the truth that lies ahead. | |
Alive or dead. | |
Infertile cries. | |
Still I compromise to meet your master' s will. | |
A feedle life is a life undone. | |
All that' s life is finally dying. | |
Death lurks where life expire. | |
I can' t betray what rules my mind | |
Shithead! | |
Still convinced my life returns in time | |
Shithead! | |
Life' s but a dress rehearsal for hell. | |
I' m convinced my life returns in time | |
Shithead! | |
Infertile cries. | |
Still I compromise | |
to meet your master' s will. | |
Tarnished veins, eternal pain. | |
Now innocence is fading, is fading. | |
Death lurks where life is cheap | |
I must betray what rules my mind | |
Shithead! | |
Now I know my life will return in time | |
Shithead! |