歌词
Artist：christian death
Songs Title：desperate hell
I hear the ratters of tatters of home
Kick over the buckets of the wells run dry
I can't see but I don't care
Nothing is the best gift you can find
Peru Resh
On my past suffering, the voices at last smothering
To hell with your excuses, what do you know of desperation
You people never feel the pain, of dark eyed angels in a desperate hell
I hear the ratters of tatters of home
Thrown over the edge, my eyes are dry
I sit in the darkness of my own device
And search my soul for a paradise
Peru Resh
Eat my flesh and drink my blood
Tomorrow I'll be crucified
Eat my flesh and drink my blood
Tomorrow I'll cry
Tomorrow I'll die
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