Hirudineans Lyrics
| Song | Hirudineans |
| Artist | Dark Fortress |
| Album | Zero Tolerance 33 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Victor Bullok |
| [00:44.04] | Somewhere down the line |
| [00:44.73] | Man created God in his image |
| [01:00.24] | Inadequacy on a pedestal |
| [01:08.49] | A basin for a lake of tears to drown in |
| [01:09.30] | And here we go again |
| [01:48.60] | Where there’s blood, there’s hirudineans |
| [01:53.37] | Crawling from every hole, blotting blindly |
| [01:55.32] | A brainless mob on the prowl |
| [01:56.07] | Sycophants cough their amen |
| [02:03.57] | Follow the light at the end of the auricle |
| [02:04.80] | Egos inflate as the bugs migrate |
| [02:10.77] | Every blurp a revelation, an oracle |
| [02:17.04] | Fall, fall, fall, like flies from the heavens |
| [02:18.69] | The leeches slide from their slippy throne |
| [02:21.42] | Suck, suck, suck, till we drown in their muck |
| [02:26.04] | Still quetching away, splitting heads with their drone |
| [02:30.33] | I will not waste my time |
| [02:34.11] | I will not waste my anger |
| [02:37.89] | Trying to find the head on a worm |
| [02:41.01] | With a rectum on either end |
| [02:45.87] | A lie in a frame is still a profanity |
| [02:49.44] | A ghoul with a crown can never be king |
| [02:54.60] | Even crap will succumb to vanity |
| [02:57.21] | Its own stench the measure of all things |
| [02:57.96] | Fall, fall, fall, like drunks from a tight rope |
| [03:04.65] | Nothing but a skidmark in history |
| [03:07.44] | Suck, suck, suck, empty heads run amok |
| [03:13.47] | Choking on self-digesting misery |
| [03:14.97] | Eyes will open |
| [03:20.94] | Only when the ass starts burning |
| [03:21.75] | Atrophied tentacles start groping |
| [03:25.95] | Always loping, never learning |
| [03:26.58] | Deeper and deeper |
| [03:33.96] | Into the swamp you sing with every word |
| [03:36.90] | To rot on its bottom |
| [03:41.10] | Until the stink hearalds the next outpour of turds |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Victor Bullok |
| [00:44.04] | Somewhere down the line |
| [00:44.73] | Man created God in his image |
| [01:00.24] | Inadequacy on a pedestal |
| [01:08.49] | A basin for a lake of tears to drown in |
| [01:09.30] | And here we go again |
| [01:48.60] | Where there' s blood, there' s hirudineans |
| [01:53.37] | Crawling from every hole, blotting blindly |
| [01:55.32] | A brainless mob on the prowl |
| [01:56.07] | Sycophants cough their amen |
| [02:03.57] | Follow the light at the end of the auricle |
| [02:04.80] | Egos inflate as the bugs migrate |
| [02:10.77] | Every blurp a revelation, an oracle |
| [02:17.04] | Fall, fall, fall, like flies from the heavens |
| [02:18.69] | The leeches slide from their slippy throne |
| [02:21.42] | Suck, suck, suck, till we drown in their muck |
| [02:26.04] | Still quetching away, splitting heads with their drone |
| [02:30.33] | I will not waste my time |
| [02:34.11] | I will not waste my anger |
| [02:37.89] | Trying to find the head on a worm |
| [02:41.01] | With a rectum on either end |
| [02:45.87] | A lie in a frame is still a profanity |
| [02:49.44] | A ghoul with a crown can never be king |
| [02:54.60] | Even crap will succumb to vanity |
| [02:57.21] | Its own stench the measure of all things |
| [02:57.96] | Fall, fall, fall, like drunks from a tight rope |
| [03:04.65] | Nothing but a skidmark in history |
| [03:07.44] | Suck, suck, suck, empty heads run amok |
| [03:13.47] | Choking on selfdigesting misery |
| [03:14.97] | Eyes will open |
| [03:20.94] | Only when the ass starts burning |
| [03:21.75] | Atrophied tentacles start groping |
| [03:25.95] | Always loping, never learning |
| [03:26.58] | Deeper and deeper |
| [03:33.96] | Into the swamp you sing with every word |
| [03:36.90] | To rot on its bottom |
| [03:41.10] | Until the stink hearalds the next outpour of turds |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Victor Bullok |
| [00:44.04] | Somewhere down the line |
| [00:44.73] | Man created God in his image |
| [01:00.24] | Inadequacy on a pedestal |
| [01:08.49] | A basin for a lake of tears to drown in |
| [01:09.30] | And here we go again |
| [01:48.60] | Where there' s blood, there' s hirudineans |
| [01:53.37] | Crawling from every hole, blotting blindly |
| [01:55.32] | A brainless mob on the prowl |
| [01:56.07] | Sycophants cough their amen |
| [02:03.57] | Follow the light at the end of the auricle |
| [02:04.80] | Egos inflate as the bugs migrate |
| [02:10.77] | Every blurp a revelation, an oracle |
| [02:17.04] | Fall, fall, fall, like flies from the heavens |
| [02:18.69] | The leeches slide from their slippy throne |
| [02:21.42] | Suck, suck, suck, till we drown in their muck |
| [02:26.04] | Still quetching away, splitting heads with their drone |
| [02:30.33] | I will not waste my time |
| [02:34.11] | I will not waste my anger |
| [02:37.89] | Trying to find the head on a worm |
| [02:41.01] | With a rectum on either end |
| [02:45.87] | A lie in a frame is still a profanity |
| [02:49.44] | A ghoul with a crown can never be king |
| [02:54.60] | Even crap will succumb to vanity |
| [02:57.21] | Its own stench the measure of all things |
| [02:57.96] | Fall, fall, fall, like drunks from a tight rope |
| [03:04.65] | Nothing but a skidmark in history |
| [03:07.44] | Suck, suck, suck, empty heads run amok |
| [03:13.47] | Choking on selfdigesting misery |
| [03:14.97] | Eyes will open |
| [03:20.94] | Only when the ass starts burning |
| [03:21.75] | Atrophied tentacles start groping |
| [03:25.95] | Always loping, never learning |
| [03:26.58] | Deeper and deeper |
| [03:33.96] | Into the swamp you sing with every word |
| [03:36.90] | To rot on its bottom |
| [03:41.10] | Until the stink hearalds the next outpour of turds |
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