Humiliative - Meshuggah.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Fredrik Carl Thordendal/Tomas Nils Haake/Jens Roland Kidman
[00:01.00] 作词 : Tomas Haake
[00:58.95]I'm the concrete leper
[01:00.06]Sickness repulsion embodied
[01:06.21]But hear the sermon escaping my vermin mouth
[01:08.76]You might even stay with me in the dirt
[01:15.48]I'm soaked in putrid
[01:16.11]Sewage risen from empty words
[01:17.10]To you a legion of nausea
[01:22.20]I'm your sins
[01:23.22]I'm your crown of thorns
[01:30.42]I've seen the blood of generations
[01:33.45]The ravenous mouth called system
[01:46.02]We're all shaped by vulgar hands
[01:46.65]The grip of hate and lies
[02:06.60]The sustenance to our bellicose ways
[02:09.57]An ignorance almost justified
[02:12.93]As the gap of humanity fraction grows
[02:15.24]The skull of life lobotomized, hear me
[02:18.21]I'm ignominy
[02:26.31]There's no renaissance we're bleeding, no
[03:05.07]I've flown a million minds black in despair
[03:08.07]The liquids of uncertainty spit into their eyes
[03:10.47]Our flesh embedded in counters of iniquity
[03:15.72]It seems like we are all your merchandise not civilized
[03:50.85]No words we adapt in our silence paralyzed
[03:54.33]To changes erasing the last denial lines
[03:58.08]Attitudes crucified still we're going on
[04:01.80]Crawling toward submissive suicide
文本歌词
作曲 : Fredrik Carl Thordendal/Tomas Nils Haake/Jens Roland Kidman
作词 : Tomas Haake
I'm the concrete leper
Sickness repulsion embodied
But hear the sermon escaping my vermin mouth
You might even stay with me in the dirt
I'm soaked in putrid
Sewage risen from empty words
To you a legion of nausea
I'm your sins
I'm your crown of thorns
I've seen the blood of generations
The ravenous mouth called system
We're all shaped by vulgar hands
The grip of hate and lies
The sustenance to our bellicose ways
An ignorance almost justified
As the gap of humanity fraction grows
The skull of life lobotomized, hear me
I'm ignominy
There's no renaissance we're bleeding, no
I've flown a million minds black in despair
The liquids of uncertainty spit into their eyes
Our flesh embedded in counters of iniquity
It seems like we are all your merchandise not civilized
No words we adapt in our silence paralyzed
To changes erasing the last denial lines
Attitudes crucified still we're going on
Crawling toward submissive suicide