Song | Death's Head |
Artist | Slayer |
Album | Diabolus In Musica |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hanneman | |
Death's pointed at your head, your mind's on the trigger pull it | |
Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
Scene of your rage, death is not strange | |
Blood on the walls, you stand alone satisfied | |
I'll wake the silence in you | |
I'll shoot the violence through you | |
Terrified by the thought that you are all alone | |
Paralyzed by the fact that you are not alone | |
You're losing your mind, | |
I'm losing control | |
You're losing your mind, as | |
I bury your world | |
Oh I'll wake the silence in you | |
I'll shoot the violence through you | |
I can't remember yet someone always seems to die | |
You are the reason why | |
I became the chosen one | |
I've got the right, | |
God makes no sense | |
I've got the right, | |
I feel my back against the wall | |
Back against the wall | |
Death's pointed at your head | |
Your mind's on the trigger pull it | |
Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
Scene of my rage, scene of my rage | |
Death is your name, you're facing your grave | |
I taste your tears, caress your face | |
I watch you lie insane | |
Dying for love, praying to die | |
I want what's inside you | |
Dressed in your blood | |
You wear it well, dying because | |
I careYour eyes are wide but you can't see | |
Rotting my lust away | |
I'll shoot the violence through you | |
And I wake the parts that's dead | |
I hate the silence in you | |
I want what's in you head |
zuo qu : Hanneman | |
Death' s pointed at your head, your mind' s on the trigger pull it | |
Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
Scene of your rage, death is not strange | |
Blood on the walls, you stand alone satisfied | |
I' ll wake the silence in you | |
I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
Terrified by the thought that you are all alone | |
Paralyzed by the fact that you are not alone | |
You' re losing your mind, | |
I' m losing control | |
You' re losing your mind, as | |
I bury your world | |
Oh I' ll wake the silence in you | |
I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
I can' t remember yet someone always seems to die | |
You are the reason why | |
I became the chosen one | |
I' ve got the right, | |
God makes no sense | |
I' ve got the right, | |
I feel my back against the wall | |
Back against the wall | |
Death' s pointed at your head | |
Your mind' s on the trigger pull it | |
Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
Scene of my rage, scene of my rage | |
Death is your name, you' re facing your grave | |
I taste your tears, caress your face | |
I watch you lie insane | |
Dying for love, praying to die | |
I want what' s inside you | |
Dressed in your blood | |
You wear it well, dying because | |
I careYour eyes are wide but you can' t see | |
Rotting my lust away | |
I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
And I wake the parts that' s dead | |
I hate the silence in you | |
I want what' s in you head |
zuò qǔ : Hanneman | |
Death' s pointed at your head, your mind' s on the trigger pull it | |
Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
Scene of your rage, death is not strange | |
Blood on the walls, you stand alone satisfied | |
I' ll wake the silence in you | |
I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
Terrified by the thought that you are all alone | |
Paralyzed by the fact that you are not alone | |
You' re losing your mind, | |
I' m losing control | |
You' re losing your mind, as | |
I bury your world | |
Oh I' ll wake the silence in you | |
I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
I can' t remember yet someone always seems to die | |
You are the reason why | |
I became the chosen one | |
I' ve got the right, | |
God makes no sense | |
I' ve got the right, | |
I feel my back against the wall | |
Back against the wall | |
Death' s pointed at your head | |
Your mind' s on the trigger pull it | |
Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
Scene of my rage, scene of my rage | |
Death is your name, you' re facing your grave | |
I taste your tears, caress your face | |
I watch you lie insane | |
Dying for love, praying to die | |
I want what' s inside you | |
Dressed in your blood | |
You wear it well, dying because | |
I careYour eyes are wide but you can' t see | |
Rotting my lust away | |
I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
And I wake the parts that' s dead | |
I hate the silence in you | |
I want what' s in you head |