| 作曲 : Simon, Tenet | |
| You never knew me, you looked right through me | |
| To your own ends, I was only a pawn | |
| In your shadow grew a passionate anger | |
| A child often knows more than he lets on | |
| I've got a bullet... come and get it | |
| These words are hollow point and aimed at your head | |
| From this pen, cocked, ready, and loaded | |
| I write your name, as 'put to death' | |
| Lie dead... unnameable | |
| I've waited so long, I've hated so strong | |
| Blinding fury is the beast on my back | |
| What kind of coward dares to threaten my mother | |
| Telling her, you'll dance on her head | |
| I understand now, the past is right now | |
| The things you said are now coming back | |
| You told my father that you'd break both his legs | |
| Makes me feel like snapping your neck | |
| Lie dead... your epitaph, reads blackened... and unnameable | |
| As a young child, hidden in the darkness of your shadow... | |
| I grew into the power, I grew into the knowledge... | |
| That before you, there was me... that before you, I was free | |
| Free to be the child, this child was meant to be | |
| Now as an adult, I've learned the depth of your lies | |
| The depth of your deception... | |
| And so your name lies dead... forsaken... forgotten... forever | |
| Lie dead... your epitaph, reads blackened... and unnameable | |
| Liar | |
| It's not the first time, but it's the last time | |
| That I speak of you in any way | |
| Time is tapping at the chip on my shoulder | |
| And I don't need the misery | |
| I've got a bullet... come and get it | |
| These words are hollow point and aimed at your head | |
| From my pen, cocked, ready, and loaded | |
| Don't even think I ever gave a damn | |
| I am my fathers son |
| zuo qu : Simon, Tenet | |
| You never knew me, you looked right through me | |
| To your own ends, I was only a pawn | |
| In your shadow grew a passionate anger | |
| A child often knows more than he lets on | |
| I' ve got a bullet... come and get it | |
| These words are hollow point and aimed at your head | |
| From this pen, cocked, ready, and loaded | |
| I write your name, as ' put to death' | |
| Lie dead... unnameable | |
| I' ve waited so long, I' ve hated so strong | |
| Blinding fury is the beast on my back | |
| What kind of coward dares to threaten my mother | |
| Telling her, you' ll dance on her head | |
| I understand now, the past is right now | |
| The things you said are now coming back | |
| You told my father that you' d break both his legs | |
| Makes me feel like snapping your neck | |
| Lie dead... your epitaph, reads blackened... and unnameable | |
| As a young child, hidden in the darkness of your shadow... | |
| I grew into the power, I grew into the knowledge... | |
| That before you, there was me... that before you, I was free | |
| Free to be the child, this child was meant to be | |
| Now as an adult, I' ve learned the depth of your lies | |
| The depth of your deception... | |
| And so your name lies dead... forsaken... forgotten... forever | |
| Lie dead... your epitaph, reads blackened... and unnameable | |
| Liar | |
| It' s not the first time, but it' s the last time | |
| That I speak of you in any way | |
| Time is tapping at the chip on my shoulder | |
| And I don' t need the misery | |
| I' ve got a bullet... come and get it | |
| These words are hollow point and aimed at your head | |
| From my pen, cocked, ready, and loaded | |
| Don' t even think I ever gave a damn | |
| I am my fathers son |
| zuò qǔ : Simon, Tenet | |
| You never knew me, you looked right through me | |
| To your own ends, I was only a pawn | |
| In your shadow grew a passionate anger | |
| A child often knows more than he lets on | |
| I' ve got a bullet... come and get it | |
| These words are hollow point and aimed at your head | |
| From this pen, cocked, ready, and loaded | |
| I write your name, as ' put to death' | |
| Lie dead... unnameable | |
| I' ve waited so long, I' ve hated so strong | |
| Blinding fury is the beast on my back | |
| What kind of coward dares to threaten my mother | |
| Telling her, you' ll dance on her head | |
| I understand now, the past is right now | |
| The things you said are now coming back | |
| You told my father that you' d break both his legs | |
| Makes me feel like snapping your neck | |
| Lie dead... your epitaph, reads blackened... and unnameable | |
| As a young child, hidden in the darkness of your shadow... | |
| I grew into the power, I grew into the knowledge... | |
| That before you, there was me... that before you, I was free | |
| Free to be the child, this child was meant to be | |
| Now as an adult, I' ve learned the depth of your lies | |
| The depth of your deception... | |
| And so your name lies dead... forsaken... forgotten... forever | |
| Lie dead... your epitaph, reads blackened... and unnameable | |
| Liar | |
| It' s not the first time, but it' s the last time | |
| That I speak of you in any way | |
| Time is tapping at the chip on my shoulder | |
| And I don' t need the misery | |
| I' ve got a bullet... come and get it | |
| These words are hollow point and aimed at your head | |
| From my pen, cocked, ready, and loaded | |
| Don' t even think I ever gave a damn | |
| I am my fathers son |
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