Song | Cast Down |
Artist | Slayer |
Album | God Hates Us All |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : King | |
Despair, emptiness, see the hatred wasted on yourself | |
Face down, taste the dust, dig harder everyday | |
Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself | |
Suicide on the street | |
Everywhere around you watch it breed | |
It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection | |
So now you're wasted, broken down | |
I see through your ignorance | |
Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside | |
Next fix, shoot it up | |
Looking for the place where | |
God speaks | |
Every time you find him he just stabs you in the back again | |
No one hears you, you're society's infection | |
I won't judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
This is where the world of money changes nothing | |
Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world | |
The system's failing you, just the way it failed me | |
Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds | |
America, ' | |
Home of the | |
Free'Land of fucking disenchantment | |
Despair, emptiness | |
Isolation rapes you everyday | |
Face down, taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave | |
Haven't found a reason, haven't found a thing to fucking live for | |
Godless, he doesn't care how you choose to destroy yourself | |
In a world that feeds on hate, you're left here just to waste away | |
In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland | |
No one hears you, you're society's infection | |
I won't judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
No one hears you, you're society's infection | |
I won't judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
This is where the world of money changes nothing |
zuo qu : King | |
Despair, emptiness, see the hatred wasted on yourself | |
Face down, taste the dust, dig harder everyday | |
Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself | |
Suicide on the street | |
Everywhere around you watch it breed | |
It begins to bury you in selfinduced rejection | |
So now you' re wasted, broken down | |
I see through your ignorance | |
Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside | |
Next fix, shoot it up | |
Looking for the place where | |
God speaks | |
Every time you find him he just stabs you in the back again | |
No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
This is where the world of money changes nothing | |
Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world | |
The system' s failing you, just the way it failed me | |
Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds | |
America, ' | |
Home of the | |
Free' Land of fucking disenchantment | |
Despair, emptiness | |
Isolation rapes you everyday | |
Face down, taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave | |
Haven' t found a reason, haven' t found a thing to fucking live for | |
Godless, he doesn' t care how you choose to destroy yourself | |
In a world that feeds on hate, you' re left here just to waste away | |
In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland | |
No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
This is where the world of money changes nothing |
zuò qǔ : King | |
Despair, emptiness, see the hatred wasted on yourself | |
Face down, taste the dust, dig harder everyday | |
Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself | |
Suicide on the street | |
Everywhere around you watch it breed | |
It begins to bury you in selfinduced rejection | |
So now you' re wasted, broken down | |
I see through your ignorance | |
Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside | |
Next fix, shoot it up | |
Looking for the place where | |
God speaks | |
Every time you find him he just stabs you in the back again | |
No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
This is where the world of money changes nothing | |
Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world | |
The system' s failing you, just the way it failed me | |
Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds | |
America, ' | |
Home of the | |
Free' Land of fucking disenchantment | |
Despair, emptiness | |
Isolation rapes you everyday | |
Face down, taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave | |
Haven' t found a reason, haven' t found a thing to fucking live for | |
Godless, he doesn' t care how you choose to destroy yourself | |
In a world that feeds on hate, you' re left here just to waste away | |
In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland | |
No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
This is where the world of money changes nothing |