作词 : 李承真
作曲 : Remnants of the Fallen
I can hear the sound of grace from the throat of hell
Summoning my inner demons, blood splattered on these walls
It’s a world made for the strong to prey on the weak
And now I can’t resist this
Primeval urge to disassemble
The blinding beauty of their godly figures
The inexplicable thrill in my hands
As my instrument penetrates through flesh
For all the days I’ve suffered
I’ll leave this world in torment
Some still voice their words of disdain
And I’ll rip their throats out
“Justice is served”
So lord guide me to disassemble
The blinding beauty of their godly figures
The inexplicable thrill in my hands
As they read my final rites
I am just searching for the cure
The one you’ll never comprehend
You call me disordered
But I’m just searching my way out
A higher logic orchestrates my inner rage
These demeaning titles can’t break my conscious
Label me antisocial, cancerous degenerate
I am never alone for I lay with my lambs
We will never understand what barricades our thoughts
And maybe I want this silence, so point the gun at me
We will never understand what barricades our thoughts
We will never understand, so point the gun at me
I am just searching for the cure
The one you’ll never comprehend
You call me disordered
But I’m just searching my way out
Bound and restrained, gazing at heaven
My purpose fulfilled, chaotic seeds sowed
Bound and restrained, sinking into hell
And There I lay with my lambs
作词 : 李承真
作曲 : Remnants of the Fallen
I can hear the sound of grace from the throat of hell
Summoning my inner demons, blood splattered on these walls
It’s a world made for the strong to prey on the weak
And now I can’t resist this
Primeval urge to disassemble
The blinding beauty of their godly figures
The inexplicable thrill in my hands
As my instrument penetrates through flesh
For all the days I’ve suffered
I’ll leave this world in torment
Some still voice their words of disdain
And I’ll rip their throats out
“Justice is served”
So lord guide me to disassemble
The blinding beauty of their godly figures
The inexplicable thrill in my hands
As they read my final rites
I am just searching for the cure
The one you’ll never comprehend
You call me disordered
But I’m just searching my way out
A higher logic orchestrates my inner rage
These demeaning titles can’t break my conscious
Label me antisocial, cancerous degenerate
I am never alone for I lay with my lambs
We will never understand what barricades our thoughts
And maybe I want this silence, so point the gun at me
We will never understand what barricades our thoughts
We will never understand, so point the gun at me
I am just searching for the cure
The one you’ll never comprehend
You call me disordered
But I’m just searching my way out
Bound and restrained, gazing at heaven
My purpose fulfilled, chaotic seeds sowed
Bound and restrained, sinking into hell
And There I lay with my lambs