Christian Death Victim X歌词

Christian Death - Gloomy Sunday (Atrocities) Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Sunday is gloomy, With

"Loneliness is to live in a world with no one there You fall on your knees in prayer, asking God for rescue No one there, I shall die as my years drag by Oh why? why me Lord? " I hear the ratters of tatters of home Kick over the buckets of the w

Incurable disease on the day of rest Walking on water in a sea of incest I've got an image of Jesus embedded on my chest I can't leave home without my bullet proof vest Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon fighting with scorpions tied around my n

Romeo's Distress-Chirstian Death Burning crosses on a nigger's lawn Burning dollars, what's a house without a home? Dance in your white sheet glory Dance in your passion Talk about sugar on the six fingered beast Conversations about the holes in your

译BY莫须有 "Her penultimate sighs 她的倒数第二声叹息 Called softly on the kindling winds 在和风中轻柔的召唤 Her saintly eyes, filling with tears, lifting with truth 她圣洁的双眸噙满泪水,因真理而坚定 And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven 接着一道金光闪耀恍若天堂的日出 Leaving her screams, Bre

Way Out 闯出我路 [歌词] And if I flipped out on my own Whatever would I want for you to say On 18 years now all alone I'm feeling smaller almost everyday Wherever I should go I'm never coming home I found my way out However I can float I'm never going home

I hear that death sound, baby, Oh, like an echo in my brain. I hear that death sound, baby, Oh, like an echo in my brain, brain. Well, there's a part of us dying, You know that things will never be the same, Ah, never be the same! I feel the black na

Analysis paralysis If you are looking for the guilty ones We only need to look in a mirror Facing our reflections we are scarred - scarred but immune To our negative impact on others We scream at the wall and turn away from the advice That might make

La, da, da, da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye (Good riddance!) Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ring tone This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for s

Mark out the points Build the pyre Assemble different drummers Light up the fire Put on your masks And animal skins Illumination, illumination Listen to the drums Between each beat, each beat of the drum O beloved mother of liberty Hold me in your ar