[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Crahan/Paul Gray/Craig Jones/Nathan Jordison/James Root/Corey Taylor/Mickael Thomson/Sidney Wilson/Christopher Fehn
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Michael Crahan/Paul Gray/Craig Jones/Nathan Jordison/James Root/Corey Taylor/Mickael Thomson/Sidney Wilson/Christopher Fehn
[00:30.30]I did my time, and I want out
[00:33.35]so abusive,fate
[00:35.22]It doesn't cut,
[00:36.54]The soul is not so vibrant
[00:38.51]The reckoning, the sickening
[00:40.98]Back at you, subversion
[00:42.49]Pseudo-sacred with scared perversion
[00:44.68]Go drill your gasses,
[00:46.28]Go dig your graves
[00:48.05]Then fill your mouth
[00:48.95]With all the money you will save
[00:50.86]Sinking in, getting smaller again
[00:53.32]undone, it has begun
[00:55.34]I'm not the only one
[00:57.82]And the rain will kill us all,
[01:01.45]Throw ourselves against the wall
[01:04.60]But no one else can see,
[01:07.16]The preservation of the martyr in me
[01:10.67]Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
[01:15.72]Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
[01:21.51]Oh, there are cracks, in the road we lay
[01:23.97]from where the devil fell
[01:25.82]The secrets have gone mad!
[01:28.96]This is nothing new,
[01:30.46]But would we kill it all?
[01:32.07]fate was all we had
[01:35.31]Who needs another mess?
[01:36.60]We could start over
[01:37.95]Just look me in the eyes
[01:39.82]And say I'm wrong
[01:41.43]Now there's only emptiness,
[01:42.83]But a message to bring
[01:44.71]I think we're done
[01:45.95]I'm not the only one!
[01:48.31]And the rain will kill us all,
[01:51.95]Throw ourselves against the wall
[01:54.60]But no one else can see,
[01:57.67]The preservation of the martyr in me
[02:36.26]The limits of the dead!,
[02:43.07]The limits of the dead!,
[02:49.02]The limits of the dead!,
[02:56.36]The limits of the dead!!
[03:02.83]Fake and defenseless lie,
[03:04.94]I tried to tell you first,
[03:06.40]Your hurtful lies are given out,
[03:09.74]Can't stop the killing idea,
[03:11.25]If it's hunting season,
[03:13.01]Is this what you want?,
[03:14.11]I'm not the only one!
[03:16.68]And the rain will kill us all,
[03:20.07]Throw ourselves against the wall
[03:23.17]But no one else can see,
[03:26.36]The preservation of the martyr in me
[03:29.26]And the rain will kill us all,
[03:32.67]Throw ourselves against the wall
[03:35.81]But no one else can see,
[03:38.56]The preservation of the martyr in me.
[03:51.84]The limits of the dead!,
[03:58.39]The limits of the dead!

作词 : Michael Crahan/Paul Gray/Craig Jones/Nathan Jordison/James Root/Corey Taylor/Mickael Thomson/Sidney Wilson/Christopher Fehn
作曲 : Michael Crahan/Paul Gray/Craig Jones/Nathan Jordison/James Root/Corey Taylor/Mickael Thomson/Sidney Wilson/Christopher Fehn
I did my time, and I want out
so abusive,fate
It doesn't cut,
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at you, subversion
Pseudo-sacred with scared perversion
Go drill your gasses,
Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth
With all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
undone, it has begun
I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all,
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks, in the road we lay
from where the devil fell
The secrets have gone mad!
This is nothing new,
But would we kill it all?
fate was all we had
Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes
And say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness,
But a message to bring
I think we're done
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all,
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead!,
The limits of the dead!,
The limits of the dead!,
The limits of the dead!!
Fake and defenseless lie,
I tried to tell you first,
Your hurtful lies are given out,
Can't stop the killing idea,
If it's hunting season,
Is this what you want?,
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all,
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all,
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me.
The limits of the dead!,
The limits of the dead!