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作曲 : Trivium |
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Trivium - Throes of Perdition |
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@ @ |
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Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting |
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With the whole world: my firing squad |
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At the edge of the world I'm faced out |
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Staring the sun right in the eye |
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Vultures circle above, hyenas mocking the kill |
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Excrement drooling down their chins |
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Atop the cliffs I look down, into the starving Hell-mouth |
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The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth |
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Their mouth's salivate |
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Fantasizing my gruesome ending |
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This world looks down upon |
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A man who can stand on his own two feet |
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As they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim" |
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They say I'll live, if I die for their cause |
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Living under the rule of fellow Cro-Magnon fool |
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They fear who leads and will kill to stay still |
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Their mouth's salivate |
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Fantasizing my gruesome ending |
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This world looks down upon |
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A man who can stand on his own two feet |
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Without eating from their claws |
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Life feels quite like Hell should |
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But this Hells so cold |
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Pull another knife out |
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Stick it with rest of them |
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When my back is full |
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Turn me around to face it |
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Life feels quite like Hell should |
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But this Hells so cold |
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Pull another knife out |
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Stick it with rest of them |
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When my back is full |
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Turn me around to face it |
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Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies |
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As we melt, drowning inside their bloodied eyes |
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Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations |
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Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die |
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Die... |
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Life feels quite like Hell should |
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But this Hells so cold |
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Pull another knife out |
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Stick it with rest of them |
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When my back is full |
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Turn me around to face it |
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Life feels quite like Hell should |
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But this Hells so cold |
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Pull another knife out |
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Stick it with rest of them |
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When my back is full |
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Turn me around to face it |
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Life feels quite like Hell should |
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But this Hells so cold |
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Pull another knife out |
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Stick it with rest of them |
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When my back is full |
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Turn me around to face it |
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Life feels quite like Hell should |
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But this Hells so cold |
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Pull another knife out |
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Stick it with rest of them |
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When my back is full |
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Turn me around to face it |
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Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die |
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