艺人:Slayer
专辑:Seasons in the abbys
歌词:
Graze the skin with my fin-ger-tips The brush of dead, cold flesh ap-pease the means Pro-vo-king i-ma-ges, de-li-cate fea-tures so smooth A plea-sant fra-grance in the light of the moon [Chorus] Dance with the dead in my dre-ams Lis-ten to their hal-lowed scre-ams The dead have ta-ken my so-ul Temp-ta-tion's lost all con-tro-ol [Verse 2] Sim-ple smiles e-lude psy-cho-tic eyes Lose all mind con-trol, ratio-nale de-clines Emp-ty eyes en-slave the cre-a-tions Of pla-cid fa-ces and life-less pa-geants [Bridge] In the depths of a mind in-sane Fan-ta-sy and re-a-li-ty are the same [Lead - King and Hanneman] [Verse 3] Graze the skin with my fin-ger-tips The brush of dead, warm flesh pa-ci-fies the means In-cised mem-bers or-na-ments on my be-ing A-du-la-ting the skin be-fore me [Verse 2] Sim-ple smiles e-lude psy-cho-tic eyes Lose all mind con-trol, ratio-nale de-clines Emp-ty eyes en-slave the cre-a-tions Of pla-cid fa-ces and life-less pa-geants [Chorus] Dance with the dead in my drea-ms [Hello? Hello, Mr. Gein?] Listen to their hallowed screa-ms [Mr. Gein?] The dead have ta-ken my so-ul [Let me out of here, Mr. Gein] Temp-ta-tion's lost all con-tro-ol [Mr. Gein? I don't want to play anymore, Mr. Gein] Dance with the dead in my drea-ms [Mr. Gein, this isn't fun anymore] Lis-ten to their ha-llowed screa-ms [I don't wanna play anymore, Mr. Gein] The dead have ta-ken my so-ul [Mr. Gein? I want out of here, Mr. Gein] Temp-ta-tion's lost all con-tro-l [Let me out now]
