标题:Too Extreme for slipknot
艺人:Mick Thomson #7
专辑:None
作词:CRAHAN, MICHAEL/FEHN, CHRIS/GRAY, PAUL/JONES, CRAIG/JORDISON, NATHAN/ROOT, JAMES/TAYLOR, COREY/THOMS
制谱人:Lewis Marriott dinner_for_2@hotmail.com
指示:If you want the guitar on it's own, click "s" nect to the track
附注:
All guitar written by Mick Thomson, Bass and Drums
Written by Lewis Marriott... This was featured in a
British guitar magazine "Total Guitar" Issue 95
节拍:
♩ = 230
歌词:
I did my time and I want out
So effusive - Fade - It doesn't cut
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning - The sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts - Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in - getting smaller again
I'm Done! It has begun - I'm not the only one!
And the reign will kill us all...
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
There are cracks in the road we laid
But where the devil fell
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
The hate was all we had
Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Now theres only emptiness
Venomous, Insipid
I think we're done - I'm not the only one!
And the reign will kill us all...
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
Psychosocial!
THE LIMIT'S OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMIT'S OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMIT'S OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMIT'S OF THE DEAD!
Fake Anti-Fascist lie - (Psychosocial!)
I tried to tell you but - (Psychosocial!)
Your purple hearts are giving out - (Psychosocial!)
Can't stop a killing idea - (Psychosocial!)
If it's hunting season - (Psychosocial!)
Is this what you want? - (Psychosocial!)
I'm not the only one!
And the reign will kill us all...
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the reign will kill us all...
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
THE LIMIT'S OF THE DEAD!
The limit‘s of the dead...
