Lamb of God《Ill Designs》歌词
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作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton 作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton Now that you can’t come back To face your own reflection Constructing your collapse Designing your destruction With ill designs burned in your eyes Hide in the shadow of your lies, antagonize Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace No dignity, a barren waste, still on the take Who will you be today? Reap the rotten fruits of your labor A bitter taste of exile and failure Fatal flaws becoming clearer Reptile eyes in the mirror. Loss of reality, obsessing over control And with a crooked mentality watch it all implode and fall away A tragedy your sick intentions on display a strategy And in the end you can’t pretend It’s not the spoils your intent, malevolence. Reap the rotten fruits of your labor A bitter taste of exile and failure Fatal flaws becoming clearer Reptile eyes in the mirror. Every back you stabbed, and every disrespect Turns back on you, cause and effect Strings you pulled and decks you stacked A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck. |
作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton 作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton Now that you can’t come back To face your own reflection Constructing your collapse Designing your destruction With ill designs burned in your eyes Hide in the shadow of your lies, antagonize Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace No dignity, a barren waste, still on the take Who will you be today? Reap the rotten fruits of your labor A bitter taste of exile and failure Fatal flaws becoming clearer Reptile eyes in the mirror. Loss of reality, obsessing over control And with a crooked mentality watch it all implode and fall away A tragedy your sick intentions on display a strategy And in the end you can’t pretend It’s not the spoils your intent, malevolence. Reap the rotten fruits of your labor A bitter taste of exile and failure Fatal flaws becoming clearer Reptile eyes in the mirror. Every back you stabbed, and every disrespect Turns back on you, cause and effect Strings you pulled and decks you stacked A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck. |