Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.
Kill or be killed.
Sin or be blessed.
Bite of the hand.
Taste of the flesh
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.
Kill or be killed.
Sin or be blessed.
Bite of the hand.
Taste of the flesh
📝 纯歌词版本
Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.
Kill or be killed.
Sin or be blessed.
Bite of the hand.
Taste of the flesh
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.
Kill or be killed.
Sin or be blessed.
Bite of the hand.
Taste of the flesh
I can't believe I'm stuck on this dark road.
Trash Talk - Worthless Nights from the album Shame: The bullshit, the lies, the stories that are told.
T...
Cursed are we who look like beast but walk like men
We breathe temptation, we live in sin
Cast away to them we are remains
And every ******* chance th...
The weight of the world's pinning you down.
There's no escape.
Take your frustration to the underground.
Hunt for the kill.
**** for the thrill.
Negat...
I am not the working son of a working son. The sun? it never shined on me. I am everything you hate. I am every thing you can never be. These city str...