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  • 标题:Open Face Surgery

    艺人:Cryptopsy

    专辑:Blasphemy Made Flesh

    作词:Cryptopsy

    作曲:Steve Thibault and Jon Levasseur

    节拍: Moderate ♩ = 195

    注释:Close your eyes, this may hurt a lot.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!Wrong for sure, can't hear shit in the song
    标记:Solo
    歌词:
    Blasphemy Made Flesh, 1995
    Lyrics by Lord Worm

    I've learned to control my thoughts
    ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:
    those who listen in on my thoughts,
    my logic, my sanity

    I cannot let them know I don't know
    the verses, or converse in my head:
    lash out at future foes,
    banter with friends I've not yet met

    The psychoaggressive minions of
    your lord mock with laugher I can't hear,
    with hidden scowls they admonish me

    Nothing's sacred, Nothing's safe:
    your filthy god is omnipresent,
    this undying nonentity that haunts
    my every waking dream

    They watch me, his mortal flock,
    they know me now by sight alone:
    my thoughts are too well concealed...
    Yet I sense more scrutiny

    Fleeting lucidity's too loud for me,
    let me be my silent self:
    our existences irreconciled

    Make them stop! I'm rotting fast...
    The answer, painful though it may be,
    is change

    Alter my outer shell...
    The listener's may not, then, know it's me
    Open Face Surgery: short of pain
    and long on masquerade
    Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight
    nip here, tuck there... So who needs eyelids?
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