| Song | Deer Hunter |
| Artist | The Gloom In The Corner |
| Album | Flesh & Bones |
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| 作词 : Matt Stevens/Martin Wood/Michael Duffield/Nic Haberle | |
| 作曲 : Matt Stevens/Martin Wood/Michael Duffield/Nic Haberle | |
| “The devil is as black as he is painted. | |
| With sorrow and loss, you too shall become acquainted. | |
| And so it was written…” | |
| They said they wanted them dead, come daylight | |
| I'll make sure they’re dead before sunrise | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I’m a slave to everything they ever said | |
| [I'm a slave, I'm a slave, I'm a ****ing slave] | |
| The gift of death will be the last thing you swallow | |
| Slowly losing hope of seeing tomorrow | |
| [Mindless], stuck inside the box | |
| I'm not afraid of god, [I'm just afraid of being lost] | |
| They said you know too much | |
| So break me with the slightest touch | |
| I'll make it clean, I won't make you suffer | |
| Don't make a scene, [it only makes this harder] | |
| A deer caught in the crosshairs | |
| Of life's firing line | |
| (Are you afraid to die?) | |
| For once, I don't take any pleasure | |
| In this definite end | |
| Marked for death. | |
| I'll breakdown all your fears | |
| Without shedding a ****ing tear | |
| (Flesh and bone) | |
| A feast for crows | |
| Friend on friend, what a violent twist | |
| I left her there, rotting in blood I spilt | |
| They said they wanted her dead, come daylight | |
| I'll make sure she's gone before sunrise | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I’m a slave to everything they ever said. | |
| Conflicted between friends and enemies | |
| The line between right and wrong is tearing at the seams | |
| The only thing that's clear is nothing is black and white | |
| In a world of grey, the innocent must die | |
| In a world of grey, the innocent deer dies. | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I'm a slave to the reapers mind | |
| I drive the blade in to the ****ing hilt | |
| Along with regret for every death I’ve dealt | |
| And as your eyes meet mine, I begin | |
| To feel something I’ve never felt; | |
| Guilt. |
| zuo ci : Matt Stevens Martin Wood Michael Duffield Nic Haberle | |
| zuo qu : Matt Stevens Martin Wood Michael Duffield Nic Haberle | |
| " The devil is as black as he is painted. | |
| With sorrow and loss, you too shall become acquainted. | |
| And so it was written" | |
| They said they wanted them dead, come daylight | |
| I' ll make sure they' re dead before sunrise | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I' m a slave to everything they ever said | |
| I' m a slave, I' m a slave, I' m a ing slave | |
| The gift of death will be the last thing you swallow | |
| Slowly losing hope of seeing tomorrow | |
| Mindless, stuck inside the box | |
| I' m not afraid of god, I' m just afraid of being lost | |
| They said you know too much | |
| So break me with the slightest touch | |
| I' ll make it clean, I won' t make you suffer | |
| Don' t make a scene, it only makes this harder | |
| A deer caught in the crosshairs | |
| Of life' s firing line | |
| Are you afraid to die? | |
| For once, I don' t take any pleasure | |
| In this definite end | |
| Marked for death. | |
| I' ll breakdown all your fears | |
| Without shedding a ing tear | |
| Flesh and bone | |
| A feast for crows | |
| Friend on friend, what a violent twist | |
| I left her there, rotting in blood I spilt | |
| They said they wanted her dead, come daylight | |
| I' ll make sure she' s gone before sunrise | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I' m a slave to everything they ever said. | |
| Conflicted between friends and enemies | |
| The line between right and wrong is tearing at the seams | |
| The only thing that' s clear is nothing is black and white | |
| In a world of grey, the innocent must die | |
| In a world of grey, the innocent deer dies. | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I' m a slave to the reapers mind | |
| I drive the blade in to the ing hilt | |
| Along with regret for every death I' ve dealt | |
| And as your eyes meet mine, I begin | |
| To feel something I' ve never felt | |
| Guilt. |
| zuò cí : Matt Stevens Martin Wood Michael Duffield Nic Haberle | |
| zuò qǔ : Matt Stevens Martin Wood Michael Duffield Nic Haberle | |
| " The devil is as black as he is painted. | |
| With sorrow and loss, you too shall become acquainted. | |
| And so it was written" | |
| They said they wanted them dead, come daylight | |
| I' ll make sure they' re dead before sunrise | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I' m a slave to everything they ever said | |
| I' m a slave, I' m a slave, I' m a ing slave | |
| The gift of death will be the last thing you swallow | |
| Slowly losing hope of seeing tomorrow | |
| Mindless, stuck inside the box | |
| I' m not afraid of god, I' m just afraid of being lost | |
| They said you know too much | |
| So break me with the slightest touch | |
| I' ll make it clean, I won' t make you suffer | |
| Don' t make a scene, it only makes this harder | |
| A deer caught in the crosshairs | |
| Of life' s firing line | |
| Are you afraid to die? | |
| For once, I don' t take any pleasure | |
| In this definite end | |
| Marked for death. | |
| I' ll breakdown all your fears | |
| Without shedding a ing tear | |
| Flesh and bone | |
| A feast for crows | |
| Friend on friend, what a violent twist | |
| I left her there, rotting in blood I spilt | |
| They said they wanted her dead, come daylight | |
| I' ll make sure she' s gone before sunrise | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I' m a slave to everything they ever said. | |
| Conflicted between friends and enemies | |
| The line between right and wrong is tearing at the seams | |
| The only thing that' s clear is nothing is black and white | |
| In a world of grey, the innocent must die | |
| In a world of grey, the innocent deer dies. | |
| If a man chooses, and a slave obeys | |
| Then I' m a slave to the reapers mind | |
| I drive the blade in to the ing hilt | |
| Along with regret for every death I' ve dealt | |
| And as your eyes meet mine, I begin | |
| To feel something I' ve never felt | |
| Guilt. |