Song | Unnameable |
Artist | Tenet |
Album | Sovereign |
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 |
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 |