所属专辑:Ex Lives
歌手: Every Time I Die
时长: 01:49
Old black tusks ripped off of the beast at the bank of the swamp[00:00:00]
And carved into statues of arthritic gods[00:00:10]
Or the handles of blunt swords that you'll one day ruin upon [00:00:15]
With your eyes covered in moss [00:00:22]
Shot down in its sleep [00:00:27]
The big game of the world wide garbage heap [00:00:33]
You mounted its head on your wall The prize [00:00:39]
Hollowed out eyes mold in the cracks of its skull [00:00:43]
The fur is matted with blood[00:00:49]
And its tongue wet with mother's milk [00:00:51]
The gates opened wide and bedlam came [00:00:54]
Wise men were forced into a layman's trade [00:01:00]
With nothing but time chaos reigns [00:01:06]
A great quiet has followed you to here [00:01:12]
A blustering wind with nothing of worth in its heart or hands [00:01:17]
Your legacy is a dull catalogue of common things[00:01:24]
You've never even seen the blood you've drawn[00:01:33]
Or looked in the eyes of the kill you claim was yours[00:01:39]
Before taking your picture with it [00:01:44]