Song | Forensick |
Artist | The Haunted |
Album | Warning Shots |
作词 : Dolving, Jensen, Jonas | |
At night I listen to the sound of the animals | |
I understand now that there are no limits to what you are capable of | |
You don't even see it yourselves | |
And the news anchor on the TV set talks in a neutral voice | |
About rape, murder and this week's weather, without change of tone | |
It seems that nothing matters as we close in on the turn of the millenium | |
Violence and commercial breaks has become the opium that used to religion | |
**** you, mankind | |
You're so ugly, so vain | |
The language of brutality is all you seem to understand | |
Bloodlust - as long as it's someone else's blood | |
To ****, suck, eat and shit | |
Breeding has turned into a pastime | |
Death as recreation... | |
You are no better than a pack of hyenas | |
The sight and smell of someone else's pain and misery makes you feel good | |
Ensuring one more day in safety | |
Decimating the odds that you or someone you love is going to get hurt | |
Well, don't ****ing fool yourself | |
You're not safe, not in this world | |
All you are is collateral damage | |
Presumptive headlines, expendable meat for the media hounds | |
Statistics and forensic reports for some brainless **** to drool over on the internet | |
You are royally ****ed |
zuò cí : Dolving, Jensen, Jonas | |
At night I listen to the sound of the animals | |
I understand now that there are no limits to what you are capable of | |
You don' t even see it yourselves | |
And the news anchor on the TV set talks in a neutral voice | |
About rape, murder and this week' s weather, without change of tone | |
It seems that nothing matters as we close in on the turn of the millenium | |
Violence and commercial breaks has become the opium that used to religion | |
you, mankind | |
You' re so ugly, so vain | |
The language of brutality is all you seem to understand | |
Bloodlust as long as it' s someone else' s blood | |
To , suck, eat and shit | |
Breeding has turned into a pastime | |
Death as recreation... | |
You are no better than a pack of hyenas | |
The sight and smell of someone else' s pain and misery makes you feel good | |
Ensuring one more day in safety | |
Decimating the odds that you or someone you love is going to get hurt | |
Well, don' t ing fool yourself | |
You' re not safe, not in this world | |
All you are is collateral damage | |
Presumptive headlines, expendable meat for the media hounds | |
Statistics and forensic reports for some brainless to drool over on the internet | |
You are royally ed |