RATKING 1518 (feat. Savage Ga$p) - Grim Salvo/Witchouse 40k.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Gaspare Magaddino/Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Gaspare Magaddino/Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe/Jeremy Klein
[00:02.443](Bro thinks he's Haunted House
[00:05.305]N-N-N-N-Nice-Nice try little man
[00:09.129]Nice try little man)
[00:11.782]Eighth night flailing, I just can't seem to stop
[00:15.337]Stuck carving out a crest of blood
[00:29.861]B-B-B-B-Bodies stay dropping, they walk into waste
[00:32.639]Shot full of toxins, get lost in dismay
[00:35.173]Call on the fallen to solve all the problems
[00:37.560]They coughing up clots, see 'em rot where they lay, blegh
[00:40.587]Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed
[00:42.873]Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees
[00:45.347]Dance, dance, dance, dance, haven't slept for three weeks
[00:47.913]Figures splashing holy water, looking rather priestly
[00:50.404]Dance, dancе, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed
[00:52.922]Laughing uncontrollably, trеmbling on weak knees
[00:55.384]Dance, dance, dance, dance, haven't slept for three weeks
[00:57.964]Figures splashing holy water, looking rather priestly
[01:00.508]Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant 'til the knees seize
[01:02.978]Transmogrification, now we a whole new species
[01:05.496]Rant, rant, rant, rant, I can hear the trees breathe
[01:08.081]Bloody feet, fallen asleep in a pile of feces
[01:10.633]Twitching from the ankles to the tongue
[01:12.254]Blood dripping down the legs 'til the cobblestones run red, run red run
[01:15.595]Run if you can and pray that you don't fall
[01:18.081]Plague spreading a waltz in a maggoty ballgown, eh
[01:20.559](Ladies and gentlemen
[01:21.692]May I have your attention, please?)
[01:23.459]Guild hall crosses, they just starting to rot
[01:28.222]Now I'm stuck carving out a crest of blood
[01:33.368]B-B-bodies stay dropping, they walk into waste
[01:35.845]Shot full of toxins, get lost in dismay
[01:38.358]Call on the fallen to solve all the problems
[01:40.808]They coughing up clots, see 'em rot where they lay, blegh
[01:43.377]Uh, and I been sick to the bone
[01:45.612]Mother****a steady falling, acting bitch and it shows
[01:48.112]Blood drippin' outta body, seen they vision get slowed
[01:50.691]And the brain is bloody from the sights, I leave your clique fulla ghosts
[01:53.516]Pop-Pop-Popping out the mother****ing cut
[01:56.516]Like a flesh wound with some puss, yuck
[01:59.102]What the ****, the flow nuts
[02:00.732]Did I stut-t-t-t-t-ter? Boy, I'm coming for your blood
[02:03.744]Psycho, I might go, the cycle unbreakable
[02:06.189]Mentally I'm in a state of insatiable pain
[02:09.251]I hit a rift in my brain
[02:10.879]Ten toes for the gang
[02:12.260]With a foot up in the grave
[02:13.877]**** with my brothers, promise that's your life
[02:16.208]Young George Bush, I'ma crash out twice
[02:18.784]Blacked out cloak with the iced out scythe
[02:20.889]This is not no song, it's a dead man's plight
[02:33.969]Eighth night flailing, I just can't seem to stop
[02:39.016]Call on St. Vitus, bodies starting to drop
[02:44.153]Guild hall crosses, they just starting to rot
[02:49.116]Now I'm stuck carving out a crest of blood
[03:04.624]Glad handed into a corner
[03:06.452]Let's see you dance yourself out of this
[03:09.038]Making nice with anyone who listens
[03:10.669]Hoping it'll make a difference
[03:11.766]But it only takes two to tango
[03:14.013]Strangled, bred the pain
[03:15.427]Spread the brain stem to a stain 'til everyone gets mangled
[03:19.693]And they just keep on offering deals
[03:21.689]'Til the pain go "Thanks, no," everyone gets mangled
[03:33.581](Call the police)
[03:36.314]Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed
[03:39.251]Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees
[03:42.172]Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant 'til the knees seize
[03:45.162]Transmogrification, now we a whole new species
[03:48.086]The pain that subsists every night—ight—ight—ight—ight
[03:56.199](This mother****er haunted)

文本歌词

作词 : Gaspare Magaddino/Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe
作曲 : Gaspare Magaddino/Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe/Jeremy Klein
(Bro thinks he's Haunted House
N-N-N-N-Nice-Nice try little man
Nice try little man)
Eighth night flailing, I just can't seem to stop
Stuck carving out a crest of blood
B-B-B-B-Bodies stay dropping, they walk into waste
Shot full of toxins, get lost in dismay
Call on the fallen to solve all the problems
They coughing up clots, see 'em rot where they lay, blegh
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed
Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees
Dance, dance, dance, dance, haven't slept for three weeks
Figures splashing holy water, looking rather priestly
Dance, dancе, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed
Laughing uncontrollably, trеmbling on weak knees
Dance, dance, dance, dance, haven't slept for three weeks
Figures splashing holy water, looking rather priestly
Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant 'til the knees seize
Transmogrification, now we a whole new species
Rant, rant, rant, rant, I can hear the trees breathe
Bloody feet, fallen asleep in a pile of feces
Twitching from the ankles to the tongue
Blood dripping down the legs 'til the cobblestones run red, run red run
Run if you can and pray that you don't fall
Plague spreading a waltz in a maggoty ballgown, eh
(Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention, please?)
Guild hall crosses, they just starting to rot
Now I'm stuck carving out a crest of blood
B-B-bodies stay dropping, they walk into waste
Shot full of toxins, get lost in dismay
Call on the fallen to solve all the problems
They coughing up clots, see 'em rot where they lay, blegh
Uh, and I been sick to the bone
Mother****a steady falling, acting bitch and it shows
Blood drippin' outta body, seen they vision get slowed
And the brain is bloody from the sights, I leave your clique fulla ghosts
Pop-Pop-Popping out the mother****ing cut
Like a flesh wound with some puss, yuck
What the ****, the flow nuts
Did I stut-t-t-t-t-ter? Boy, I'm coming for your blood
Psycho, I might go, the cycle unbreakable
Mentally I'm in a state of insatiable pain
I hit a rift in my brain
Ten toes for the gang
With a foot up in the grave
**** with my brothers, promise that's your life
Young George Bush, I'ma crash out twice
Blacked out cloak with the iced out scythe
This is not no song, it's a dead man's plight
Eighth night flailing, I just can't seem to stop
Call on St. Vitus, bodies starting to drop
Guild hall crosses, they just starting to rot
Now I'm stuck carving out a crest of blood
Glad handed into a corner
Let's see you dance yourself out of this
Making nice with anyone who listens
Hoping it'll make a difference
But it only takes two to tango
Strangled, bred the pain
Spread the brain stem to a stain 'til everyone gets mangled
And they just keep on offering deals
'Til the pain go "Thanks, no," everyone gets mangled
(Call the police)
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed
Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees
Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant 'til the knees seize
Transmogrification, now we a whole new species
The pain that subsists every night—ight—ight—ight—ight
(This mother****er haunted)