Swansong

Don't want your number Don't want your name Don't want your colour... Don't want your politics Don't want your cause Don't believe what you believe Don't want to wear your emblem Don't want your cult or sect Don't want your faith Don't want your resp

Firmhand, iron fist, an ardent dexterous weeding process Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment, a harvesting grid Firmhand - unnatural selection is applied Firmhand - the final solution, eugenocide Hate is the law, love under will Hate is th

Raised in a nursery of crumbling brick Rusted iron, cracked stone and steel Nurtured in a barren concrete crib In a playground of grey, your fate is sealed Against a back drop of drab, cold corrosion We learn to dance, love, sing and play Razor wire

Death Rider Daaaaaaaa!!! Death Rider Daaaaaaaa!!! Death Rider Daaaaaaaaa!!!... 专辑:Swansong 歌手:Carcass 歌曲:Death Rider Da

Your kingdom is of emptiness Invisible empire of illusion There's no majesty in your empty words Your ideology - self delusion Revisionism is the future So let's hail the same old dawn Kneel before the same old order You're no kings - only pawns You'

Black star, jewel of the night Black star, burning bright Magnificent sun, a beacon burning Five pointed coal, a guide eternal Black star, five pointed coal Black star, the cosmic soul Shining opaque, celestial furnace Glittering dark, a sun in mourn

Hands in another's pocket The bed they make Is not the one in which they lie The same old faces The same old establishment The same old lies Cross your 'x' It's your only voice Do as you're told Stay in line Don't rock the boat And buy what you're so

The threads of global fabric are untied The role of the western free world is in decline Still free to consume, free to breathe Free to exist, free to dream, your life of dreams Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming One day maybe, keep on

Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to read the stars But I can see a future Mapped out in scars Look to the skies Keep praying to your gods Your only salvation Will come in the shape of the bomb No clockwork orange The doom watch ticks There's n

Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye If beauty is only skin deep Then thankfully I am blind Cross my heart and hope to die Cross my heart, come cross the line Won't you be mine, my bloody valentin

Some people aren't cut out to be saints And since I was born in original sin Hedonism has a certain attraction I think I'll cut the crap, cut out the middle man And go to hell I've sold my soul, so when my body goes cold I'll go straight to hell Go t