| Song | Burn Your World |
| Artist | Crowbar |
| Album | Broken Glass |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crowbar, Windstein | |
| Your fear | |
| Your weakened shallowed emptiness | |
| All that is beckoning me | |
| For years | |
| I抳e seen your lack of everything | |
| Pushing me far beyond you | |
| To hold In my hands all | |
| I抣l ever need | |
| Turning the gears in my head | |
| The sweating | |
| I抣l have to deal with it now | |
| The Strength | |
| I抳e always known that | |
| I possess | |
| Scratching and tearing at me | |
| The pain In knowing all you抳e ever done | |
| Turns into dust at my feet | |
| Your end The churning hallowed nothingness | |
| Driving you into your grave | |
| The sweating and bleeding | |
| The growing and feeding | |
| On all that is beckoning me |
| zuo ci : Crowbar, Windstein | |
| Your fear | |
| Your weakened shallowed emptiness | |
| All that is beckoning me | |
| For years | |
| I ni e seen your lack of everything | |
| Pushing me far beyond you | |
| To hold In my hands all | |
| I yun l ever need | |
| Turning the gears in my head | |
| The sweating | |
| I yun l have to deal with it now | |
| The Strength | |
| I ni e always known that | |
| I possess | |
| Scratching and tearing at me | |
| The pain In knowing all you ni e ever done | |
| Turns into dust at my feet | |
| Your end The churning hallowed nothingness | |
| Driving you into your grave | |
| The sweating and bleeding | |
| The growing and feeding | |
| On all that is beckoning me |
| zuò cí : Crowbar, Windstein | |
| Your fear | |
| Your weakened shallowed emptiness | |
| All that is beckoning me | |
| For years | |
| I nǐ e seen your lack of everything | |
| Pushing me far beyond you | |
| To hold In my hands all | |
| I yun l ever need | |
| Turning the gears in my head | |
| The sweating | |
| I yun l have to deal with it now | |
| The Strength | |
| I nǐ e always known that | |
| I possess | |
| Scratching and tearing at me | |
| The pain In knowing all you nǐ e ever done | |
| Turns into dust at my feet | |
| Your end The churning hallowed nothingness | |
| Driving you into your grave | |
| The sweating and bleeding | |
| The growing and feeding | |
| On all that is beckoning me |