| Song | Death Blooms - Demo |
| Artist | Mudvayne |
| Album | By The People, For The People |
| 作曲 : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Cold seems crippling | |
| Lame meander through corridors | |
| Aroma's thick with age, mark off the day | |
| Reflections of my life are fading | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don't want it, don't want in | |
| Feeble frail and rotting, descending | |
| I'm lost in structure that's collapsing | |
| Don't want it cast into, maker take the body | |
| Don't want it, it wants me | |
| Past has found it's place | |
| Salvation is no more | |
| Will God accept my peace bleached will pardon me | |
| Reflections of my life are fading | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don't want it, don't want in | |
| Feeble frail and rotting, descending | |
| I'm lost in structure that's collapsing | |
| Don't want it cast into, maker take the body | |
| Don't want it, it wants me | |
| I just want to run | |
| Fly kites wrestle, jump and play | |
| Swim through waves that crash to shore | |
| Memories in me cocooned in misery | |
| I'm sick and tired | |
| Of embracing reflections of past time | |
| Receive me or cast me away | |
| God please take me away | |
| Resistance futile | |
| Suicidal ideas will | |
| I will crucify my own being | |
| Satisfy selfish needs fuck the deities | |
| Justify my own right to what's waiting for me | |
| On the other side the time has come | |
| Lock and load, | |
| I'm comin', | |
| I'm comin' | |
| I'm comin', oh | |
| I'm comin' home | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don't want it, don't want in | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don't want it, don't want in | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don't want it, don't want in | |
| Feeble frail and rotting, descending | |
| I'm lost in structure that's collapsing descending | |
| Don't want it, maker take the body | |
| Don't want it, don't want in | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don't want it, don't want in | |
| Feeble frail and rotting, descend | |
| I'm lost in structure that's collapsing descend | |
| Don't want it, maker take the body | |
| Don't want, it wants me | |
| I just want to run | |
| Fly kites wrestle, jump and play | |
| Swim through waves that crash to shore | |
| Memories in me cocooned in misery | |
| The darkness overcomes | |
| Soul soars to the other plain | |
| Existence past the door | |
| I sail through purgatory's bay | |
| I asked a | |
| God for poison, cradle me | |
| Sown to my dreams, souls searching | |
| Death blossoms where clouds lie over me | |
| Held in God's hands, death blooming{ | |
| Dark for fear of failure | |
| An inner gloom as wide as an eye of fermenting | |
| Roiling hate death grip in my veins | |
| Unveiling rancid petals | |
| Flowering forth foul nectar | |
| Space between a blink and a tear | |
| Death blooms} |
| zuò qǔ : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Cold seems crippling | |
| Lame meander through corridors | |
| Aroma' s thick with age, mark off the day | |
| Reflections of my life are fading | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don' t want it, don' t want in | |
| Feeble frail and rotting, descending | |
| I' m lost in structure that' s collapsing | |
| Don' t want it cast into, maker take the body | |
| Don' t want it, it wants me | |
| Past has found it' s place | |
| Salvation is no more | |
| Will God accept my peace bleached will pardon me | |
| Reflections of my life are fading | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don' t want it, don' t want in | |
| Feeble frail and rotting, descending | |
| I' m lost in structure that' s collapsing | |
| Don' t want it cast into, maker take the body | |
| Don' t want it, it wants me | |
| I just want to run | |
| Fly kites wrestle, jump and play | |
| Swim through waves that crash to shore | |
| Memories in me cocooned in misery | |
| I' m sick and tired | |
| Of embracing reflections of past time | |
| Receive me or cast me away | |
| God please take me away | |
| Resistance futile | |
| Suicidal ideas will | |
| I will crucify my own being | |
| Satisfy selfish needs fuck the deities | |
| Justify my own right to what' s waiting for me | |
| On the other side the time has come | |
| Lock and load, | |
| I' m comin', | |
| I' m comin' | |
| I' m comin', oh | |
| I' m comin' home | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don' t want it, don' t want in | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don' t want it, don' t want in | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don' t want it, don' t want in | |
| Feeble frail and rotting, descending | |
| I' m lost in structure that' s collapsing descending | |
| Don' t want it, maker take the body | |
| Don' t want it, don' t want in | |
| Pull me out of body | |
| Don' t want it, don' t want in | |
| Feeble frail and rotting, descend | |
| I' m lost in structure that' s collapsing descend | |
| Don' t want it, maker take the body | |
| Don' t want, it wants me | |
| I just want to run | |
| Fly kites wrestle, jump and play | |
| Swim through waves that crash to shore | |
| Memories in me cocooned in misery | |
| The darkness overcomes | |
| Soul soars to the other plain | |
| Existence past the door | |
| I sail through purgatory' s bay | |
| I asked a | |
| God for poison, cradle me | |
| Sown to my dreams, souls searching | |
| Death blossoms where clouds lie over me | |
| Held in God' s hands, death blooming | |
| Dark for fear of failure | |
| An inner gloom as wide as an eye of fermenting | |
| Roiling hate death grip in my veins | |
| Unveiling rancid petals | |
| Flowering forth foul nectar | |
| Space between a blink and a tear | |
| Death blooms |