Song | Bittersweet Feast |
Artist | Nevermore |
Album | This Godless Endeavor |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dane, Smyth | |
Please let me help you bury your dead | |
They've made the incision and driven their industry's waste in your head | |
The pyres in the distance glow beyond the haze | |
The hypocrites bear witness to the end of days | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
This disillusion, this ignorant display | |
Defies solution and emasculates disdain | |
The sheep march to the fire and wait to host the flies | |
Their greedy little maggots clean the wounds with pride | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the liars | |
In idle servitude the worker pig so sad | |
The lizards in wither have risen to censor the thoughts in your head | |
The sheep are stoned and quiet choking on the lies | |
The lizards feed the fire without compromise | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, their bittersweet feast | |
Begging forgiveness in denial, your misery shows it's face | |
You drown in your weakness, the plasphemous river washes away your mistakes | |
Please let me help you bury your dead | |
They've made the incision and driven their industry's waste in your head | |
This is your final warning, the holocaust of thought is dawning | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, their bittersweet feast | |
A bittersweet feast for all the liars |
zuo ci : Dane, Smyth | |
Please let me help you bury your dead | |
They' ve made the incision and driven their industry' s waste in your head | |
The pyres in the distance glow beyond the haze | |
The hypocrites bear witness to the end of days | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
This disillusion, this ignorant display | |
Defies solution and emasculates disdain | |
The sheep march to the fire and wait to host the flies | |
Their greedy little maggots clean the wounds with pride | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the liars | |
In idle servitude the worker pig so sad | |
The lizards in wither have risen to censor the thoughts in your head | |
The sheep are stoned and quiet choking on the lies | |
The lizards feed the fire without compromise | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, their bittersweet feast | |
Begging forgiveness in denial, your misery shows it' s face | |
You drown in your weakness, the plasphemous river washes away your mistakes | |
Please let me help you bury your dead | |
They' ve made the incision and driven their industry' s waste in your head | |
This is your final warning, the holocaust of thought is dawning | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, their bittersweet feast | |
A bittersweet feast for all the liars |
zuò cí : Dane, Smyth | |
Please let me help you bury your dead | |
They' ve made the incision and driven their industry' s waste in your head | |
The pyres in the distance glow beyond the haze | |
The hypocrites bear witness to the end of days | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
This disillusion, this ignorant display | |
Defies solution and emasculates disdain | |
The sheep march to the fire and wait to host the flies | |
Their greedy little maggots clean the wounds with pride | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the liars | |
In idle servitude the worker pig so sad | |
The lizards in wither have risen to censor the thoughts in your head | |
The sheep are stoned and quiet choking on the lies | |
The lizards feed the fire without compromise | |
This is your final warning, a war on freewill is coming | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, their bittersweet feast | |
Begging forgiveness in denial, your misery shows it' s face | |
You drown in your weakness, the plasphemous river washes away your mistakes | |
Please let me help you bury your dead | |
They' ve made the incision and driven their industry' s waste in your head | |
This is your final warning, the holocaust of thought is dawning | |
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial | |
And swallow the blood of poisoned truths | |
They pick at the meat, their bittersweet feast | |
A bittersweet feast for all the liars |