| Song | For All The Sin |
| Artist | Nothingface |
| Album | Violence |
| 作曲 : Gaal, Holt, Houck, Maxwell | |
| before this starts | |
| i just want to tell you | |
| that you could fuck us | |
| love me | |
| so i can relax | |
| so i can aim straight | |
| so i can do right for us | |
| i know you inside | |
| i know you're cold | |
| i know you're saddened by the loss of those | |
| they really loved you | |
| and now you're cold | |
| i'm sorry that you're next, so go | |
| who's next? all right! | |
| with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| screaming, all right | |
| in the bloody back seat of my hearse | |
| hanging, all right | |
| on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| who's next? all right! | |
| it's everybody's time to die | |
| my mind does this | |
| i can't stop the RAGE inside | |
| my hands again | |
| hate me | |
| so i can relax | |
| so i can kill you | |
| so i can do right for us | |
| no more pretending | |
| we're all alone | |
| i want to hear just why you left us all | |
| we really loved you | |
| but now we're cold | |
| i'm sorry that you're next to go | |
| who's next? all right! | |
| with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| screaming, all right | |
| in the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
| hanging, all right | |
| on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| who's next? All right? | |
| it's everybody's time to die | |
| yeah, fuck, you'll die you fucking bitch | |
| i can't deny | |
| forensic lies | |
| or hateful sighs | |
| i'll wait for you, i wait for you | |
| i'm glad you know | |
| i cannot take this anymore | |
| you've pushed me to the limits | |
| you sold us this before | |
| but still I know | |
| we'll find the right one to fight with us now | |
| and i know that you're set on us, you're set on us | |
| you're set on us | |
| you're set on us. |
| zuò qǔ : Gaal, Holt, Houck, Maxwell | |
| before this starts | |
| i just want to tell you | |
| that you could fuck us | |
| love me | |
| so i can relax | |
| so i can aim straight | |
| so i can do right for us | |
| i know you inside | |
| i know you' re cold | |
| i know you' re saddened by the loss of those | |
| they really loved you | |
| and now you' re cold | |
| i' m sorry that you' re next, so go | |
| who' s next? all right! | |
| with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| screaming, all right | |
| in the bloody back seat of my hearse | |
| hanging, all right | |
| on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| who' s next? all right! | |
| it' s everybody' s time to die | |
| my mind does this | |
| i can' t stop the RAGE inside | |
| my hands again | |
| hate me | |
| so i can relax | |
| so i can kill you | |
| so i can do right for us | |
| no more pretending | |
| we' re all alone | |
| i want to hear just why you left us all | |
| we really loved you | |
| but now we' re cold | |
| i' m sorry that you' re next to go | |
| who' s next? all right! | |
| with the fucking bruised knees in the black shirt | |
| screaming, all right | |
| in the bloody back seat of my black hearse | |
| hanging, all right | |
| on a fucking meat hook in my basement | |
| who' s next? All right? | |
| it' s everybody' s time to die | |
| yeah, fuck, you' ll die you fucking bitch | |
| i can' t deny | |
| forensic lies | |
| or hateful sighs | |
| i' ll wait for you, i wait for you | |
| i' m glad you know | |
| i cannot take this anymore | |
| you' ve pushed me to the limits | |
| you sold us this before | |
| but still I know | |
| we' ll find the right one to fight with us now | |
| and i know that you' re set on us, you' re set on us | |
| you' re set on us | |
| you' re set on us. |