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Pariah

Killadelphia (live)专辑

  • 作词 : Will Adler/Mark Morton/David Randall Blythe/John Campbell/Chris Adler
    作曲 : Will Adler/Mark Morton/David Randall Blythe/John Campbell/Chris Adler
    The sore on the edge of your mouth
    It mirrors the ones on your arm of black tar
    You've known the ripping
    And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt
    I know you don't want to live in the dirt
    You want to know nothing but dirt
    You know you can't beat weakness
    Kill the flux, stretched to breaking
    An obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism
    You piece of ****, I won't say your name
    But I will say this
    **** off and die (sooner the better)
    You've shot out your eyes
    But I'm seeing that you cannot feel anything of worth
    Know that you've pissed life away
    Lost in your narcotic dreams
    Heart pumping futile **** through your veins
    Why does it bother?
    I want to punch in your sunken face
    And see your dusty blood
    Smear through the air in a polluted crimson arc
    Splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete
    Moribund.
  • 作词 : Will Adler/Mark Morton/David Randall Blythe/John Campbell/Chris Adler
    作曲 : Will Adler/Mark Morton/David Randall Blythe/John Campbell/Chris Adler
    The sore on the edge of your mouth
    It mirrors the ones on your arm of black tar
    You've known the ripping
    And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt
    I know you don't want to live in the dirt
    You want to know nothing but dirt
    You know you can't beat weakness
    Kill the flux, stretched to breaking
    An obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism
    You piece of ****, I won't say your name
    But I will say this
    **** off and die (sooner the better)
    You've shot out your eyes
    But I'm seeing that you cannot feel anything of worth
    Know that you've pissed life away
    Lost in your narcotic dreams
    Heart pumping futile **** through your veins
    Why does it bother?
    I want to punch in your sunken face
    And see your dusty blood
    Smear through the air in a polluted crimson arc
    Splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete
    Moribund.