Song | Back From the Dead |
Artist | Obituary |
Album | The Complete Roadrunner Collection 1989-2005 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Obituary/Trevor Peres/John Tardy/Allen West/Frank Watkins/Donald Tardy | |
作曲 : Obituary/Trevor Peres/John Tardy/Allen West/Frank Watkins/Donald Tardy | |
Fall, white light fell. | |
You fear, the point death sent. | |
Rise the dead's awake. | |
You, you like to find me in what's right. | |
Like to dream me in hell, dying. | |
We're back, we're back and for once more. | |
Like to come in To want gore. | |
Feel. I said rest. You're bad, forgive him. | |
Rising, rot the one that's lost. | |
Living out what's discard. | |
Debating over what is right. | |
You're feeding the guts, feeling the parts | |
Grinding the stone sentenced one. | |
Fall, white light fell. | |
You fear the point death sent. | |
Raid, raiding out the one that lost. | |
Living out the ones discard. | |
Debating over what is right. | |
Like to find me in what's right. |
zuo ci : Obituary Trevor Peres John Tardy Allen West Frank Watkins Donald Tardy | |
zuo qu : Obituary Trevor Peres John Tardy Allen West Frank Watkins Donald Tardy | |
Fall, white light fell. | |
You fear, the point death sent. | |
Rise the dead' s awake. | |
You, you like to find me in what' s right. | |
Like to dream me in hell, dying. | |
We' re back, we' re back and for once more. | |
Like to come in To want gore. | |
Feel. I said rest. You' re bad, forgive him. | |
Rising, rot the one that' s lost. | |
Living out what' s discard. | |
Debating over what is right. | |
You' re feeding the guts, feeling the parts | |
Grinding the stone sentenced one. | |
Fall, white light fell. | |
You fear the point death sent. | |
Raid, raiding out the one that lost. | |
Living out the ones discard. | |
Debating over what is right. | |
Like to find me in what' s right. |
zuò cí : Obituary Trevor Peres John Tardy Allen West Frank Watkins Donald Tardy | |
zuò qǔ : Obituary Trevor Peres John Tardy Allen West Frank Watkins Donald Tardy | |
Fall, white light fell. | |
You fear, the point death sent. | |
Rise the dead' s awake. | |
You, you like to find me in what' s right. | |
Like to dream me in hell, dying. | |
We' re back, we' re back and for once more. | |
Like to come in To want gore. | |
Feel. I said rest. You' re bad, forgive him. | |
Rising, rot the one that' s lost. | |
Living out what' s discard. | |
Debating over what is right. | |
You' re feeding the guts, feeling the parts | |
Grinding the stone sentenced one. | |
Fall, white light fell. | |
You fear the point death sent. | |
Raid, raiding out the one that lost. | |
Living out the ones discard. | |
Debating over what is right. | |
Like to find me in what' s right. |