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标题:Torture
副标题:R.I.P. Dave Brockie. An incredibly talented man who might be gone, but will never be forgotten.(吉他社www.jitashe.net)
艺人:GWAR
专辑:Battle Maximus
注释:
If you listen carefully, you can hear this.Not complete :/I apologize for any mistakes!The bend is either 18 or 19, but I'm pretty sure it's 18.Last bar I got :(
标记:IntroAnd in my book, Dave will always be the greatest frontman, ever.Down trapped in syntho mine number nineMe and the mutantsAre doing quite fineWe received the stimu-sprayCold as iceIt keeps us going niceThen they come for us at nightWith their gleaming metal teethTendrils from thepulsing control rodEnters my brainGives pleasure, gives painWhat could it beExcept a god?I remember the surface worldLike a dreamI remember..Green!Now the flesh has beenShredded from my armsAnd been rewoven with steelNow my body is mutilatedBut still my mind can feelThey wanna study whyI cry when I killAnd what they must doBefore I willTORTURE!Love this Chorus.They apply..TORTURE!They applyTorture of the mindTorture of the soulTorture of the bodyTorture of the mindTorture of the soulTorture of the bodyThe alarm is explodingIt is time for the arenaBut all I know truly isThat I still liveDecided by onlyThe death that I giveOr receiveDecided by gamesSensors record andReflect on the painIf my body rejects myImplanted slay mitsThey'll burn me aliveAnd recycle the bitsIt's like a mentalTractor beamTearing at my mindCan't you hear it screamUntil the nightAnd their delightThey gave me a woman then turned out the lightsUpon a glowing screenImages are seenThey watch us suck and fuckThey think that it's obsceneThey took her awayWe'll meet again one dayBut not that way, not that wayNOT THAT WAY, NOT THAT WAY!Tearing at the tractor beamPiling on the pressureLet the protons screamStimulatedCyber-slayNo purposeJust another day of..TORTURE!They applyTORTURE!They applyTorture of the mindTorture of the soulTorture of the bodyTorture of the mindTorture of the soulTorture of the bodyDave is honestly one of the most underated lyricists and musicians of all time.TheyLostTheirSoulsThey gained control!Whirling metalFest of knivesDriving needlesInto eyesAgain,I've come out aliveBut alwaysThey are in my mindWith drugs and sexThey gild my cageBy brutish actsI pay with rageBut alwaysI feel insideThey watch my thoughtsAnd see through my eyesIn the gladiatorial hivesI fightTo stay aliveTearing at theTractor beamImages withoutA screenPiling on the powerLet the protons screamCould it be a dream?Something so obscene?One day I'll dieAnd when I do I'll tryTo somehow become freeAnd take one of those things to hell with meSoloThey made me kill my sisterThey made meFucking fist herThey made me have sex with her corpseThey notedMy remorseIn the realm of the perfects..In the realm of the perfectsPerfectsIn the realm of the perfects..They noted my remorseR.I.P. Dave Brockie. We'll all miss you.
歌曲: Torture
歌词:
torture - gwar
down in syntho mine number nine
me and the mutants are doing quite fine
we received the stimu spray cold as ice
it keeps us going nice then they come for us at night
with their gleaming metal teeth
tendrils from the pulsing control rod
enters my brain gives pleasure gives pain
what could it be except a god
i remember the surface world like a dream
i remember green
now the flesh has been shredded from my arms
and been rewoven with steel
now my body is mutilated
but still my mind can feel
they wanna study why i cry when i kill
and what they must do before i will
torture torture torture
they apply
torture torture torture
they apply
torture of the mind
torture of the soul
torture of the body
torture of the mind
torture of the soul
torture of the body
the alarm is exploding it's time for the arena
but all i know truly is that i still live
decided by only the death that i give
or receive decided by games
sensors record and reflect on the pain
if my body rejects my implanted slay mits
they'll burn me alive and recycle the bits
it's like a mental tractor beam
tearing at my mind can't you hear it scream
until the night and their delight
they gave me a woman then turned off the lights
upon a glowing screen images are seen
they watch us suck and fuck
they think that it's obscene
they took her away
we'll meet again one day
but not that way
but not that way
but not that way
but not that way
tearing at the tractor beam
piling on the pressure let the protons scream
simulated cyber slay
no purpose just another day
of
torture torture torture
they apply
torture torture torture
they apply
torture of the mind
torture of the soul
torture of the body
torture of the mind
torture of the soul
torture of the body
they lost their souls
they gained control
whirling metal fest of knives
driving needles into eyes
again i've come out alive
but always they are in my mind
with drugs and sex they gild my cage
by brutish acts i pay with rage
but always i feel inside
they watch my thoughts
and see through my eyes
in the gladiatorial hives
i fight to stay alive
tearing at the tractor beam
images without a screen
piling on the power let the protons scream
could it be a dream something so obscene
one day i'll die
and when i do i'll try
to somehow become free
and take one of the things to hell with me
they made me kill my sister
they made me fucking fist her
they made me have sex with her corpse
they noted my remorse
in the realm of the perfects
in the realm of the perfects
in the realm of the perfects
in the realm of the perfects perfects
in the realm of the perfects
in the realm of the perfects perfects
they noted my remorse was