Song | Structure Divine |
Artist | Soilwork |
Album | A predators portrait |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Frenning, Strid, Wichers | |
Cause I can't find pleasure anywhere,this life is strangling me if | |
I would turn myself inside out would | |
I find peace of mind,would | |
I find peace of mind? | |
And when the silence remains | |
And all the fields stays the same | |
It isn't different from the power that it holds | |
Now,where is the pain?, | |
As I gaze between my desires | |
There's a shadow and a bleeder every once in a while, | |
Can't you see my eyes they're trembling | |
Beware the millions of senses locked in this rusty cage,a fanatic rage this time | |
I will stand still and no blood will be spilled [Chorus x 4] | |
Yeah,I think | |
I'm loosing it [x2], - back to normal a feast on the moral,served on a silver plate...[Repeat] | |
And when the silence remains | |
And all the fields stays the same | |
It isn't different from the power that it holds | |
Now, where is my pain? | |
A big hail to my sadistic pleasures | |
They saved my soul for a special price | |
As I begin to fade, the creature cries | |
So I'm heading for another one that will watch me raise my bloodstained banner | |
No questions asked, | |
No question asked [Chorus] | |
A competition that will last until the silent one will speak | |
So this is it,is this the century sun? | |
Mother of destruction, please let me be the one to know | |
Father of my pure aggression,don't cut the way where | |
I will go |
zuo ci : Frenning, Strid, Wichers | |
Cause I can' t find pleasure anywhere, this life is strangling me if | |
I would turn myself inside out would | |
I find peace of mind, would | |
I find peace of mind? | |
And when the silence remains | |
And all the fields stays the same | |
It isn' t different from the power that it holds | |
Now, where is the pain?, | |
As I gaze between my desires | |
There' s a shadow and a bleeder every once in a while, | |
Can' t you see my eyes they' re trembling | |
Beware the millions of senses locked in this rusty cage, a fanatic rage this time | |
I will stand still and no blood will be spilled Chorus x 4 | |
Yeah, I think | |
I' m loosing it x2, back to normal a feast on the moral, served on a silver plate... Repeat | |
And when the silence remains | |
And all the fields stays the same | |
It isn' t different from the power that it holds | |
Now, where is my pain? | |
A big hail to my sadistic pleasures | |
They saved my soul for a special price | |
As I begin to fade, the creature cries | |
So I' m heading for another one that will watch me raise my bloodstained banner | |
No questions asked, | |
No question asked Chorus | |
A competition that will last until the silent one will speak | |
So this is it, is this the century sun? | |
Mother of destruction, please let me be the one to know | |
Father of my pure aggression, don' t cut the way where | |
I will go |
zuò cí : Frenning, Strid, Wichers | |
Cause I can' t find pleasure anywhere, this life is strangling me if | |
I would turn myself inside out would | |
I find peace of mind, would | |
I find peace of mind? | |
And when the silence remains | |
And all the fields stays the same | |
It isn' t different from the power that it holds | |
Now, where is the pain?, | |
As I gaze between my desires | |
There' s a shadow and a bleeder every once in a while, | |
Can' t you see my eyes they' re trembling | |
Beware the millions of senses locked in this rusty cage, a fanatic rage this time | |
I will stand still and no blood will be spilled Chorus x 4 | |
Yeah, I think | |
I' m loosing it x2, back to normal a feast on the moral, served on a silver plate... Repeat | |
And when the silence remains | |
And all the fields stays the same | |
It isn' t different from the power that it holds | |
Now, where is my pain? | |
A big hail to my sadistic pleasures | |
They saved my soul for a special price | |
As I begin to fade, the creature cries | |
So I' m heading for another one that will watch me raise my bloodstained banner | |
No questions asked, | |
No question asked Chorus | |
A competition that will last until the silent one will speak | |
So this is it, is this the century sun? | |
Mother of destruction, please let me be the one to know | |
Father of my pure aggression, don' t cut the way where | |
I will go |