Song | Hunger of the Innocent |
Artist | Cemetary |
Album | Black Vanity |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lodmalm | |
The ruins shall bear witness to what I’ve become | |
Damned by the riddles of shame | |
Now they lower me down into the mouth of flames | |
The disease now lives again | |
So the thorn has grown since then | |
Animation of disgrace | |
From the years when I had a face | |
Long lost pictures come to life once more | |
The sewers of yesterday spreads its breath into this dream | |
The smell of dying colors, and illusions that bleed | |
The threads are all wearing thin | |
But still they let no sunshine in | |
Desolation comes alone | |
As the skin falls from our bones | |
Oblivion lies safe within these hands | |
A hangman shadow resting upon my back | |
Imprisonment — a godly state of being | |
Where time is merely a word existing in past tense | |
Feed the hole and welcome to my wound | |
Down the void of perception a shallow vision streams | |
Reality brings deception and dust of past dreams | |
The witness of my ruin came to follow me | |
The riddles soon perished in shame | |
As they lowered him down into the mouth of flames | |
The hunger claws inside | |
My innocence went with the tide | |
Served the agents of decay | |
Now watch impurity wash away |
zuo ci : Lodmalm | |
The ruins shall bear witness to what I' ve become | |
Damned by the riddles of shame | |
Now they lower me down into the mouth of flames | |
The disease now lives again | |
So the thorn has grown since then | |
Animation of disgrace | |
From the years when I had a face | |
Long lost pictures come to life once more | |
The sewers of yesterday spreads its breath into this dream | |
The smell of dying colors, and illusions that bleed | |
The threads are all wearing thin | |
But still they let no sunshine in | |
Desolation comes alone | |
As the skin falls from our bones | |
Oblivion lies safe within these hands | |
A hangman shadow resting upon my back | |
Imprisonment a godly state of being | |
Where time is merely a word existing in past tense | |
Feed the hole and welcome to my wound | |
Down the void of perception a shallow vision streams | |
Reality brings deception and dust of past dreams | |
The witness of my ruin came to follow me | |
The riddles soon perished in shame | |
As they lowered him down into the mouth of flames | |
The hunger claws inside | |
My innocence went with the tide | |
Served the agents of decay | |
Now watch impurity wash away |
zuò cí : Lodmalm | |
The ruins shall bear witness to what I' ve become | |
Damned by the riddles of shame | |
Now they lower me down into the mouth of flames | |
The disease now lives again | |
So the thorn has grown since then | |
Animation of disgrace | |
From the years when I had a face | |
Long lost pictures come to life once more | |
The sewers of yesterday spreads its breath into this dream | |
The smell of dying colors, and illusions that bleed | |
The threads are all wearing thin | |
But still they let no sunshine in | |
Desolation comes alone | |
As the skin falls from our bones | |
Oblivion lies safe within these hands | |
A hangman shadow resting upon my back | |
Imprisonment a godly state of being | |
Where time is merely a word existing in past tense | |
Feed the hole and welcome to my wound | |
Down the void of perception a shallow vision streams | |
Reality brings deception and dust of past dreams | |
The witness of my ruin came to follow me | |
The riddles soon perished in shame | |
As they lowered him down into the mouth of flames | |
The hunger claws inside | |
My innocence went with the tide | |
Served the agents of decay | |
Now watch impurity wash away |