Invert the Idols - Dying Fetus
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Invert the Idols
歌手:Dying Fetus
所属专辑:Reign Supreme
作词:未知
作曲:未知
发行公司:Relapse Records
发行时间:2012-06-19
大小:1.91 MB
时长:02:06秒
比特率:129K
评分:0.0分
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Invert the Idols - Dying Fetus文本歌词
Minds seduced by scripture, masquerade as pawns
Rejecting each other, they take on many forms
Minions praising with compulsion, statues stand and stare
Holy hymns, incantations, rise into the air
High on the myths of the church
They never quite see where they are
Like God, their devil is an icon, for face-painting frauds
A holy ghost laugh, a fetish for the weak
Satanic overlords for paranoid freaks
Always ranting and obsessing, hiding from themselves
Living out their fantasy, morbidly indulged
High on the myths of the church
They never quite see where they are
Their devil is a joke in the real world
Where death is never far
Burn all the icons, **** your fairytales
Cleanse your head of filth
Bred on illusion, fed on tradition pull the wool from your eyes
编辑于2023/05/11更新
Rejecting each other, they take on many forms
Minions praising with compulsion, statues stand and stare
Holy hymns, incantations, rise into the air
High on the myths of the church
They never quite see where they are
Like God, their devil is an icon, for face-painting frauds
A holy ghost laugh, a fetish for the weak
Satanic overlords for paranoid freaks
Always ranting and obsessing, hiding from themselves
Living out their fantasy, morbidly indulged
High on the myths of the church
They never quite see where they are
Their devil is a joke in the real world
Where death is never far
Burn all the icons, **** your fairytales
Cleanse your head of filth
Bred on illusion, fed on tradition pull the wool from your eyes
编辑于2023/05/11更新
Invert the Idols - Dying FetusLRC歌词
[00:19.88]Minds seduced by scripture, masquerade as pawns [00:23.70]Rejecting each other, they take on many forms [00:27.46]Minions praising with compulsion, statues stand and stare [00:30.99]Holy hymns, incantations, rise into the air [00:34.23] [00:34.79]High on the myths of the church [00:36.95]They never quite see where they are [00:39.51]Like God, their devil is an icon, for face-painting frauds [00:44.30] [00:54.57]A holy ghost laugh, a fetish for the weak [00:58.38]Satanic overlords for paranoid freaks [01:01.98] [01:02.51]Always ranting and obsessing, hiding from themselves [01:05.74]Living out their fantasy, morbidly indulged [01:09.07] [01:09.54]High on the myths of the church [01:11.73]They never quite see where they are [01:14.29]Their devil is a joke in the real world [01:16.92]Where death is never far [01:19.60] [01:39.19]Burn all the icons, **** your fairytales [01:43.31]Cleanse your head of filth [01:46.89] [01:54.79]Bred on illusion, fed on tradition pull the wool from your eyes [02:02.00]
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