| Song | Suffer the Masses |
| Artist | Flotsam & Jetsam |
| Album | When the Storm Comes Down |
| 作词 : Flotsam & Jetsam, Gilbert ... | |
| The promise cast, the hopeful lured | |
| Stabbing by the pointed words | |
| Tortures of the damned you'll find | |
| Guilt preys upon the human mind | |
| All you know and all you feel | |
| Is all there is and all that's real | |
| Innocent told you're a worthless pain | |
| Eventually drives all insane | |
| Bleak optimism gained | |
| A lame excuse to hide the pain | |
| Instinct stifled be ashamed | |
| For what you feel is right and sane | |
| Suffering, told what you feel and need is wrong | |
| When conflicting with the machine | |
| The machine that's run so long | |
| Suffer the masses, contradicting views inside | |
| Suffer the masses, the personality divides | |
| Suffer the masses, what's told and what you know | |
| Suffer the masses, now, now the neuroses grows | |
| Generations handed down | |
| The false smile to hide your frown | |
| Instinct stifled don't be afraid | |
| For what you feel is right and sane | |
| The promise cast, the hopeful lured | |
| Stabbed by the pointed words | |
| Tortures of the stabbed you'll find | |
| As guilt devours your broken mind |
| zuò cí : Flotsam Jetsam, Gilbert ... | |
| The promise cast, the hopeful lured | |
| Stabbing by the pointed words | |
| Tortures of the damned you' ll find | |
| Guilt preys upon the human mind | |
| All you know and all you feel | |
| Is all there is and all that' s real | |
| Innocent told you' re a worthless pain | |
| Eventually drives all insane | |
| Bleak optimism gained | |
| A lame excuse to hide the pain | |
| Instinct stifled be ashamed | |
| For what you feel is right and sane | |
| Suffering, told what you feel and need is wrong | |
| When conflicting with the machine | |
| The machine that' s run so long | |
| Suffer the masses, contradicting views inside | |
| Suffer the masses, the personality divides | |
| Suffer the masses, what' s told and what you know | |
| Suffer the masses, now, now the neuroses grows | |
| Generations handed down | |
| The false smile to hide your frown | |
| Instinct stifled don' t be afraid | |
| For what you feel is right and sane | |
| The promise cast, the hopeful lured | |
| Stabbed by the pointed words | |
| Tortures of the stabbed you' ll find | |
| As guilt devours your broken mind |