[00:00.000] 作词 : Blaythe Steuer/Duncan Newey
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Blaythe Steuer/Duncan Newey
[00:21.647]Atonement
[00:24.081]It beckons, a wounded foal
[00:27.813]It cries for the mother
[00:30.331]No comfort, the wind blows
[00:32.964]It feels like shards of glass
[00:36.196]Chewing on the end
[00:37.913]Accepting the path and the blood that flows
[00:42.972]A man cannot atone for the sin of the father
[00:48.021]Tight chest, short of breath, it grows and grows and grows
[00:53.038]Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
[00:58.104]Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
[01:03.284]What the **** can I do?
[01:05.264]Chained to the bottom of the lake
[01:07.379]Lungs full of water, they ache and ache
[01:10.079]Pain in my chest
[01:12.664]****ed as it may seem, don't hold me culpable for the deepest, darkest deeds
[01:17.631]Pain in my chest, need to decompress
[01:22.646]I accept the sin of the father
[01:25.730]No hatred in my heart
[01:27.047]And I condemn the progenitor
[01:30.330]Tear out the ****ing tongue
[01:31.580]Tend your own flock, the starving wolf knocks
[01:45.542]Killing the progenitor to stunt the father's sins
[01:50.058]Amid a bed of death, I witness the vultures closing in
[02:00.291]Blood-soaked redemption
[02:03.404]It beckons, a wounded foal
[02:07.154]It cries for the mother
[02:09.771]No comfort, the wind blows
[02:12.303]It feels like shards of glass
[02:15.666]Chewing on the end
[02:17.215]Accepting the path and the blood that flows
[02:22.342]A man cannot atone for the sin of the father
[02:27.208]Tight chest, short of breath, it grows and grows and grows
[02:32.090]Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
[02:36.975]Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
[02:41.968]Don't want your ****ing thoughts
[02:44.470]Don't need your help
[02:46.270]While you keep looking down on us, we do it by ourselves
[02:51.894]Don't want your ****ing thoughts
[02:54.370]Don't need your help
[02:56.151]While you keep looking down on us, we do it by ourselves
[03:11.639]Don't need your help
[03:12.904]Don't need your help
[03:14.088]Don't need your help
[03:16.657]Don't need your help
[03:17.873]Don't need your help
[03:19.041]Don't need your help

作词 : Blaythe Steuer/Duncan Newey
作曲 : Blaythe Steuer/Duncan Newey
Atonement
It beckons, a wounded foal
It cries for the mother
No comfort, the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass
Chewing on the end
Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man cannot atone for the sin of the father
Tight chest, short of breath, it grows and grows and grows
Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
What the **** can I do?
Chained to the bottom of the lake
Lungs full of water, they ache and ache
Pain in my chest
****ed as it may seem, don't hold me culpable for the deepest, darkest deeds
Pain in my chest, need to decompress
I accept the sin of the father
No hatred in my heart
And I condemn the progenitor
Tear out the ****ing tongue
Tend your own flock, the starving wolf knocks
Killing the progenitor to stunt the father's sins
Amid a bed of death, I witness the vultures closing in
Blood-soaked redemption
It beckons, a wounded foal
It cries for the mother
No comfort, the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass
Chewing on the end
Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man cannot atone for the sin of the father
Tight chest, short of breath, it grows and grows and grows
Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
Don't want your ****ing thoughts
Don't need your help
While you keep looking down on us, we do it by ourselves
Don't want your ****ing thoughts
Don't need your help
While you keep looking down on us, we do it by ourselves
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Don't need your help