Song | Handmade God |
Artist | Moonspell |
Album | Sin / Pecado |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
For that viper that grows inside your head | |
She remains there waiting to be fed | |
Self made parasite speculating about the end | |
(I ask you) | |
Can you forgive her? | |
Back into the womb of this holy woman | |
Else pregnant of an entire breed | |
Of men afraid to create, (to) take place and to proceed | |
(I ask you) | |
Can you forgive them? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
A private god for me to hold | |
Can you forgive me? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
Someone to really really love | |
Can you forgive me? | |
Your handmade god | |
Is back into your womb | |
Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy | |
Of creating a god that sees what I see, | |
Looks exactly like me, rather what I (what I) wanted to be | |
Can you forgive me? | |
For that viper that grew inside my head | |
For having betrayed you so well | |
Can you forgive me? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
When all my crimes will be just one | |
But now is gone. | |
They promised me a miracle. | |
Back to your womb it feels so cold. |
zuo ci : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
For that viper that grows inside your head | |
She remains there waiting to be fed | |
Self made parasite speculating about the end | |
I ask you | |
Can you forgive her? | |
Back into the womb of this holy woman | |
Else pregnant of an entire breed | |
Of men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed | |
I ask you | |
Can you forgive them? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
A private god for me to hold | |
Can you forgive me? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
Someone to really really love | |
Can you forgive me? | |
Your handmade god | |
Is back into your womb | |
Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy | |
Of creating a god that sees what I see, | |
Looks exactly like me, rather what I what I wanted to be | |
Can you forgive me? | |
For that viper that grew inside my head | |
For having betrayed you so well | |
Can you forgive me? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
When all my crimes will be just one | |
But now is gone. | |
They promised me a miracle. | |
Back to your womb it feels so cold. |
zuò cí : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
For that viper that grows inside your head | |
She remains there waiting to be fed | |
Self made parasite speculating about the end | |
I ask you | |
Can you forgive her? | |
Back into the womb of this holy woman | |
Else pregnant of an entire breed | |
Of men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed | |
I ask you | |
Can you forgive them? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
A private god for me to hold | |
Can you forgive me? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
Someone to really really love | |
Can you forgive me? | |
Your handmade god | |
Is back into your womb | |
Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy | |
Of creating a god that sees what I see, | |
Looks exactly like me, rather what I what I wanted to be | |
Can you forgive me? | |
For that viper that grew inside my head | |
For having betrayed you so well | |
Can you forgive me? | |
They promised me a miracle | |
When all my crimes will be just one | |
But now is gone. | |
They promised me a miracle. | |
Back to your womb it feels so cold. |