Song | Antimental |
Artist | Mortiis |
Album | The Smell Of Rain |
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作词 : Mortiis | |
The marsh land that is down and deep, | |
Holds me tight it's clutching me. | |
Like black cold chains forever, | |
Dragging me towards hell's misery. | |
The things that | |
I've seen with | |
Your eyes. | |
The things that | |
You choose not to see. | |
Have scorched me like ten thousand burning years. | |
In a purgatory. | |
Is this Damnation? | |
Is it in my mind or is it something | |
I don't know. | |
Something that | |
I should control, | |
I've got to find, | |
Find the machine. | |
That makes me want to be me. | |
Cannot face another mirror, | |
Cannot face another truth. | |
I've got to find, | |
Find some new eyes, | |
I've got to find a substitute. | |
My omnipresence this is me. | |
My weapon against your dynasty. | |
I've got to stop existing mentally, | |
In places that i do not want to be. | |
I hvae to move away, | |
From thoughts terrible and gray. | |
It will not let me go, is this | |
Damnation? | |
My Omnipresence this is me. | |
My friend, turns into an enemy. | |
Must control, | |
I must control the evil daemon. | |
Antimental! |
zuo ci : Mortiis | |
The marsh land that is down and deep, | |
Holds me tight it' s clutching me. | |
Like black cold chains forever, | |
Dragging me towards hell' s misery. | |
The things that | |
I' ve seen with | |
Your eyes. | |
The things that | |
You choose not to see. | |
Have scorched me like ten thousand burning years. | |
In a purgatory. | |
Is this Damnation? | |
Is it in my mind or is it something | |
I don' t know. | |
Something that | |
I should control, | |
I' ve got to find, | |
Find the machine. | |
That makes me want to be me. | |
Cannot face another mirror, | |
Cannot face another truth. | |
I' ve got to find, | |
Find some new eyes, | |
I' ve got to find a substitute. | |
My omnipresence this is me. | |
My weapon against your dynasty. | |
I' ve got to stop existing mentally, | |
In places that i do not want to be. | |
I hvae to move away, | |
From thoughts terrible and gray. | |
It will not let me go, is this | |
Damnation? | |
My Omnipresence this is me. | |
My friend, turns into an enemy. | |
Must control, | |
I must control the evil daemon. | |
Antimental! |
zuò cí : Mortiis | |
The marsh land that is down and deep, | |
Holds me tight it' s clutching me. | |
Like black cold chains forever, | |
Dragging me towards hell' s misery. | |
The things that | |
I' ve seen with | |
Your eyes. | |
The things that | |
You choose not to see. | |
Have scorched me like ten thousand burning years. | |
In a purgatory. | |
Is this Damnation? | |
Is it in my mind or is it something | |
I don' t know. | |
Something that | |
I should control, | |
I' ve got to find, | |
Find the machine. | |
That makes me want to be me. | |
Cannot face another mirror, | |
Cannot face another truth. | |
I' ve got to find, | |
Find some new eyes, | |
I' ve got to find a substitute. | |
My omnipresence this is me. | |
My weapon against your dynasty. | |
I' ve got to stop existing mentally, | |
In places that i do not want to be. | |
I hvae to move away, | |
From thoughts terrible and gray. | |
It will not let me go, is this | |
Damnation? | |
My Omnipresence this is me. | |
My friend, turns into an enemy. | |
Must control, | |
I must control the evil daemon. | |
Antimental! |