| 作曲 : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Emotion inside us, troubling | |
| The hatred inside us, escalating | |
| The sickness inside us, keeps you weak | |
| The masses inside of us, suffering, they were bleeding | |
| The calling inside us | |
| Sick with greed | |
| The voices calling to us | |
| Deafening, we're not listening | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Swat at the flies, vomit disgust | |
| The leaders inside us, posturing | |
| The pollution inside of us, suffocating me | |
| The science inside us, menacing | |
| The will that's inside of us, it's dying, end is coming | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Drain us of life and cleanse, the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Wash me off inside | |
| Wash me off inside | |
| We're killing ourselves | |
| We're killing ourselves | |
| We're killing ourselves | |
| KillersGoddamn we fucked up the circumstance | |
| Too late to save us from ourselves | |
| Callous minds against trust and confidence | |
| Too late to give a damn now | |
| Too late to save us from ourselves | |
| Too late to make it all go away | |
| Too late to beg pardons from the mother | |
| Too late to give a damn | |
| It's too late to save us from ourselves | |
| It's too late to make it all go away | |
| It's too late to beg the pardons from the mother | |
| It's too late to give a damn, now we'll sit and wait | |
| Wait, wait, wait for the coming of the end | |
| Wait for the coming, the killing the ending, the plight of man | |
| Deserving no mercy, expelling by | |
| God's hand | |
| It's okay, the ending, it's over no more pain | |
| No more pain, no more pain | |
| Emotion, the hatred | |
| The sickness | |
| The calling | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Swat at the flies, vomit disgust | |
| Drain us of life and cleanse the mess |
| zuo qu : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Emotion inside us, troubling | |
| The hatred inside us, escalating | |
| The sickness inside us, keeps you weak | |
| The masses inside of us, suffering, they were bleeding | |
| The calling inside us | |
| Sick with greed | |
| The voices calling to us | |
| Deafening, we' re not listening | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Swat at the flies, vomit disgust | |
| The leaders inside us, posturing | |
| The pollution inside of us, suffocating me | |
| The science inside us, menacing | |
| The will that' s inside of us, it' s dying, end is coming | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Drain us of life and cleanse, the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Wash me off inside | |
| Wash me off inside | |
| We' re killing ourselves | |
| We' re killing ourselves | |
| We' re killing ourselves | |
| KillersGoddamn we fucked up the circumstance | |
| Too late to save us from ourselves | |
| Callous minds against trust and confidence | |
| Too late to give a damn now | |
| Too late to save us from ourselves | |
| Too late to make it all go away | |
| Too late to beg pardons from the mother | |
| Too late to give a damn | |
| It' s too late to save us from ourselves | |
| It' s too late to make it all go away | |
| It' s too late to beg the pardons from the mother | |
| It' s too late to give a damn, now we' ll sit and wait | |
| Wait, wait, wait for the coming of the end | |
| Wait for the coming, the killing the ending, the plight of man | |
| Deserving no mercy, expelling by | |
| God' s hand | |
| It' s okay, the ending, it' s over no more pain | |
| No more pain, no more pain | |
| Emotion, the hatred | |
| The sickness | |
| The calling | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Swat at the flies, vomit disgust | |
| Drain us of life and cleanse the mess |
| zuò qǔ : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Emotion inside us, troubling | |
| The hatred inside us, escalating | |
| The sickness inside us, keeps you weak | |
| The masses inside of us, suffering, they were bleeding | |
| The calling inside us | |
| Sick with greed | |
| The voices calling to us | |
| Deafening, we' re not listening | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Swat at the flies, vomit disgust | |
| The leaders inside us, posturing | |
| The pollution inside of us, suffocating me | |
| The science inside us, menacing | |
| The will that' s inside of us, it' s dying, end is coming | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Drain us of life and cleanse, the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Cleanse the mess | |
| Wash me off inside | |
| Wash me off inside | |
| We' re killing ourselves | |
| We' re killing ourselves | |
| We' re killing ourselves | |
| KillersGoddamn we fucked up the circumstance | |
| Too late to save us from ourselves | |
| Callous minds against trust and confidence | |
| Too late to give a damn now | |
| Too late to save us from ourselves | |
| Too late to make it all go away | |
| Too late to beg pardons from the mother | |
| Too late to give a damn | |
| It' s too late to save us from ourselves | |
| It' s too late to make it all go away | |
| It' s too late to beg the pardons from the mother | |
| It' s too late to give a damn, now we' ll sit and wait | |
| Wait, wait, wait for the coming of the end | |
| Wait for the coming, the killing the ending, the plight of man | |
| Deserving no mercy, expelling by | |
| God' s hand | |
| It' s okay, the ending, it' s over no more pain | |
| No more pain, no more pain | |
| Emotion, the hatred | |
| The sickness | |
| The calling | |
| Cannot, receive, the obvious | |
| Line up, cattle and cut the neck | |
| Swat at the flies, vomit disgust | |
| Drain us of life and cleanse the mess |
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