Song | Terror & Hubris in the House of Frank Pollard |
Artist | Lamb of God |
Album | Killadelphia (live) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lamb of God | |
All the fucked up things trap and punish me | |
I cannot explain my problem | |
Kill my hopeless life | |
I cannot be hypnotized | |
You owe me | |
Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors | |
Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma | |
Peering out of spherical night mask | |
Paleolithic subconcious icons | |
Lumber through dreamscape | |
Archetype of archangel | |
Terror and hubris - infants painted gauze peer through murky jars | |
Soon I'm wearing the skin of the morning star | |
Green locks my name fills an empty banner | |
Frank, what have you gotten me into now? | |
I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind | |
It cannot be saved, sell me over | |
Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun | |
Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes? | |
Bleeds through the sleep onto the page | |
I'm sailin'... |
zuo qu : Lamb of God | |
All the fucked up things trap and punish me | |
I cannot explain my problem | |
Kill my hopeless life | |
I cannot be hypnotized | |
You owe me | |
Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors | |
Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma | |
Peering out of spherical night mask | |
Paleolithic subconcious icons | |
Lumber through dreamscape | |
Archetype of archangel | |
Terror and hubris infants painted gauze peer through murky jars | |
Soon I' m wearing the skin of the morning star | |
Green locks my name fills an empty banner | |
Frank, what have you gotten me into now? | |
I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind | |
It cannot be saved, sell me over | |
Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun | |
Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes? | |
Bleeds through the sleep onto the page | |
I' m sailin'... |
zuò qǔ : Lamb of God | |
All the fucked up things trap and punish me | |
I cannot explain my problem | |
Kill my hopeless life | |
I cannot be hypnotized | |
You owe me | |
Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors | |
Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma | |
Peering out of spherical night mask | |
Paleolithic subconcious icons | |
Lumber through dreamscape | |
Archetype of archangel | |
Terror and hubris infants painted gauze peer through murky jars | |
Soon I' m wearing the skin of the morning star | |
Green locks my name fills an empty banner | |
Frank, what have you gotten me into now? | |
I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind | |
It cannot be saved, sell me over | |
Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun | |
Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes? | |
Bleeds through the sleep onto the page | |
I' m sailin'... |