Vanilla Paste - Tallah/Fire From the Gods.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Justin Bonitz/Garrett Hood/AJ Channer/Tom Barber
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Max Portnoy
[00:37.691]I said I’m never living like this
[00:41.141]Here we go, heat the knife
[00:42.768]Maybe end up dead
[00:43.953]Notice, everyone’s a little red
[00:47.361]
[00:47.515]Could it be? Could it be?
[00:49.089]Could it be that you faked it just to push a narrative?
[00:53.779]Hide your kids, hide your wife
[00:55.481]I’m about to play God
[00:57.354]I’ve made a lot of enemies
[00:59.208]And I want their heads
[01:01.982]
[01:02.855]Eat up!
[01:06.504]Oh, here comes another full-course meal
[01:10.314]You’ll be fine
[01:11.617]
[01:12.651][Garett Hood (Guerilla Warfare)]
[01:26.857]Eat it up
[01:28.736]Playin’ God, Imma’ act a heathen
[01:29.888]The bastard child and the non-believer
[01:32.046]I ain’t gonna’ lie; I get mad, but then I get even
[01:34.148]But I keep it'a movin’
[01:34.963]Bobbin’ and weavin’
[01:35.794]You can’t touch me
[01:36.159]I'm a slugger swingin’ - I stay on my king shit
[01:38.252]Louisville City made like an Ali hit
[01:39.604]I see you through the screen, seethin’
[01:41.220]I can’t stand how you still on that poor, pitiful me bit
[01:43.898]They say success is the best revenge
[01:44.983]But honestly, I still wish that you’d stop ****in’ breathin’
[01:46.035]
[01:47.527]You're bitter bitchin’ but I’m back and better
[01:49.187]Yeah, some shoot to kill, now I'm aimin' to maim ‘em to death
[01:51.214]Done shovelin’ shit; you can go shove this here, bitch
[01:52.068]
[01:52.374][Justin Bonitz]
[01:53.541]I’ve gotten used to shoveling crap
[01:56.893]Hide your kids, hide your wife
[01:58.737]I’m about to play God
[02:00.524]If I gave you wiggle-room
[02:02.584]Would you make amends?
[02:05.918]Eat up
[02:09.348]Oh, here comes another full-course meal
[02:13.427]You’ll be fine
[02:15.808]Cause dead men don’t vomit
[02:17.957]And you’ve all come so damn far
[02:22.020]There’s no need to call a cab back home
[02:27.721]You’ll be fine
[02:29.019]
[02:30.288][AJ Channer (Fire From The Gods)]
[02:33.669]Tell them again
[02:43.241]They think I’m breaking in silence
[02:45.044]I’m just contemplating violence
[02:46.600]
[02:46.825]So sick of the bullshit, so sick of all of this hatred
[02:50.203]Can’t take all the noise
[02:51.854]I make the choice
[02:53.141]When all I have is my ****ing voice
[02:56.480]
[02:57.231]By now, you should know
[02:59.550]That I’ve had enough of your boot on my neck
[03:05.644]I’ve had enough
[03:08.691]
[03:08.944][AJ Channer, Justin Bonitz]
[03:08.953]Well, I find myself sitting in the corner
[03:13.510]Contemplating what Hell looks like (Hell looks like)
[03:17.548]Through these eyes (Through these eyes)
[03:21.059]
[03:21.364]Well, I can’t imagine Heaven looks any different
[03:26.671]From the Hell that’s our life (That's our life)
[03:30.716]Our life
[03:33.393]
[03:34.730]So sick of pain
[03:36.024]Sick of the paranoia
[03:37.848]Sick of the rage
[03:39.114]Sick of looking in the mirror
[03:40.538]
[03:40.906]Seeing myself, a man-made horror
[03:45.695]Horror
[03:45.991][Justin Bonitz]
[03:46.734]Like a fly, you’re so full of shit
[03:53.798]Everyone’s a little red
[03:57.328]Everyone’s a little red
[04:00.660]Everyone’s a little red and so full of shit
[04:05.466]
[04:06.726]Crippled, corrupt, that’s all they are
[04:11.083]But wait, you’ll get what your heart cried for
[04:16.939]
[04:17.442]Eat up
[04:20.748]Oh, here comes another full-course meal
[04:24.275]You’ll be fine
[04:26.857]Cause dead men don’t vomit
[04:29.902]And you’ve all come so damn far
[04:33.214]There’s no need to call a cab back home (There's no need to call a cab back home)
[04:38.598]You’ll be fine
[04:44.157]
[04:44.604]Everyone’s a little red
[04:48.239]Everyone’s a little red
[04:52.759]Everyone’s a little red
[04:55.278]Until they show how they feel
[04:57.345]Feel
[05:01.366]
[05:06.129][Tom Barber (Darko/Chelsea Grin)]
[05:09.355]Spew
[05:13.366]
[05:40.433]I spew forth blades
[05:43.233]Just to get ‘em out
[05:45.520]Just to get ‘em out
[05:47.164]Just to get ‘em out
[05:49.745]I know it’s for the better if you just step aside
[05:56.073]Retching, pleading
[05:57.612]Trying to spit up what I’m holding deep inside
[06:03.466]Are you famished?
[06:05.992]Are you famished?
[06:08.308]Are you famished?
文本歌词
作词 : Justin Bonitz/Garrett Hood/AJ Channer/Tom Barber
作曲 : Max Portnoy
I said I’m never living like this
Here we go, heat the knife
Maybe end up dead
Notice, everyone’s a little red
Could it be? Could it be?
Could it be that you faked it just to push a narrative?
Hide your kids, hide your wife
I’m about to play God
I’ve made a lot of enemies
And I want their heads
Eat up!
Oh, here comes another full-course meal
You’ll be fine

Eat it up
Playin’ God, Imma’ act a heathen
The bastard child and the non-believer
I ain’t gonna’ lie; I get mad, but then I get even
But I keep it'a movin’
Bobbin’ and weavin’
You can’t touch me
I'm a slugger swingin’ - I stay on my king shit
Louisville City made like an Ali hit
I see you through the screen, seethin’
I can’t stand how you still on that poor, pitiful me bit
They say success is the best revenge
But honestly, I still wish that you’d stop ****in’ breathin’
You're bitter bitchin’ but I’m back and better
Yeah, some shoot to kill, now I'm aimin' to maim ‘em to death
Done shovelin’ shit; you can go shove this here, bitch

I’ve gotten used to shoveling crap
Hide your kids, hide your wife
I’m about to play God
If I gave you wiggle-room
Would you make amends?
Eat up
Oh, here comes another full-course meal
You’ll be fine
Cause dead men don’t vomit
And you’ve all come so damn far
There’s no need to call a cab back home
You’ll be fine

Tell them again
They think I’m breaking in silence
I’m just contemplating violence
So sick of the bullshit, so sick of all of this hatred
Can’t take all the noise
I make the choice
When all I have is my ****ing voice
By now, you should know
That I’ve had enough of your boot on my neck
I’ve had enough

Well, I find myself sitting in the corner
Contemplating what Hell looks like (Hell looks like)
Through these eyes (Through these eyes)
Well, I can’t imagine Heaven looks any different
From the Hell that’s our life (That's our life)
Our life
So sick of pain
Sick of the paranoia
Sick of the rage
Sick of looking in the mirror
Seeing myself, a man-made horror
Horror
Like a fly, you’re so full of shit
Everyone’s a little red
Everyone’s a little red
Everyone’s a little red and so full of shit
Crippled, corrupt, that’s all they are
But wait, you’ll get what your heart cried for
Eat up
Oh, here comes another full-course meal
You’ll be fine
Cause dead men don’t vomit
And you’ve all come so damn far
There’s no need to call a cab back home (There's no need to call a cab back home)
You’ll be fine
Everyone’s a little red
Everyone’s a little red
Everyone’s a little red
Until they show how they feel
Feel

Spew
I spew forth blades
Just to get ‘em out
Just to get ‘em out
Just to get ‘em out
I know it’s for the better if you just step aside
Retching, pleading
Trying to spit up what I’m holding deep inside
Are you famished?
Are you famished?
Are you famished?