| Song | Eighth Lock |
| Artist | GWAR |
| Album | Beyond Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : GWAR | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Nothing will live | |
| Nothing will grow | |
| No one will care | |
| No one will know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| You can never win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| They put me down into the ground | |
| Lost without light, without taste, without sound | |
| Beneath the barren mound | |
| They put me in a place they call eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| But I'm getting stronger | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Not very much longer | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Nothing will live | |
| Nothing will grow | |
| No one will care | |
| No one will know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| You can never win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| Who the hell am I? | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| And what did you do to my hands? | |
| I'm getting stronger | |
| They built this place with steel | |
| And painted it with mud | |
| It's constantly on fire | |
| They put it out with blood | |
| They said it was a prison | |
| But became so much more | |
| The maze it built into itself | |
| They had to bar the door | |
| Bar the door! | |
| Quickly you fools! | |
| Nothing to do | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| The floating eyeball is to be feared | |
| The pupil hides a maw | |
| They say that children run this place | |
| That's how they missed the fatal flaw | |
| Eigth lock | |
| You never can win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| Eigth lock | |
| You never can win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| When you come to eighth lock | |
| It's like some vile rebirth | |
| Where devils delve into your life | |
| And demons deem it's worth | |
| The food comes through a hole | |
| My cellmate is a troll | |
| The warden he has hooks for hands | |
| We all play our roles | |
| We all play our roles | |
| Or wind up on a pole | |
| (Eighth lock) | |
| A diabolic construct | |
| As flesh runs rife with worms | |
| Somehow flesh and metal merge | |
| As bloated larvae squirms | |
| The things within they made with rules | |
| They steal the souls of those they think are fit to play their hateful games |
| zuo ci : GWAR | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Nothing will live | |
| Nothing will grow | |
| No one will care | |
| No one will know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| You can never win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| They put me down into the ground | |
| Lost without light, without taste, without sound | |
| Beneath the barren mound | |
| They put me in a place they call eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| But I' m getting stronger | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Not very much longer | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Nothing will live | |
| Nothing will grow | |
| No one will care | |
| No one will know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| You can never win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| Who the hell am I? | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| And what did you do to my hands? | |
| I' m getting stronger | |
| They built this place with steel | |
| And painted it with mud | |
| It' s constantly on fire | |
| They put it out with blood | |
| They said it was a prison | |
| But became so much more | |
| The maze it built into itself | |
| They had to bar the door | |
| Bar the door! | |
| Quickly you fools! | |
| Nothing to do | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| The floating eyeball is to be feared | |
| The pupil hides a maw | |
| They say that children run this place | |
| That' s how they missed the fatal flaw | |
| Eigth lock | |
| You never can win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| Eigth lock | |
| You never can win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| When you come to eighth lock | |
| It' s like some vile rebirth | |
| Where devils delve into your life | |
| And demons deem it' s worth | |
| The food comes through a hole | |
| My cellmate is a troll | |
| The warden he has hooks for hands | |
| We all play our roles | |
| We all play our roles | |
| Or wind up on a pole | |
| Eighth lock | |
| A diabolic construct | |
| As flesh runs rife with worms | |
| Somehow flesh and metal merge | |
| As bloated larvae squirms | |
| The things within they made with rules | |
| They steal the souls of those they think are fit to play their hateful games |
| zuò cí : GWAR | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Nothing will live | |
| Nothing will grow | |
| No one will care | |
| No one will know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| You can never win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| They put me down into the ground | |
| Lost without light, without taste, without sound | |
| Beneath the barren mound | |
| They put me in a place they call eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| But I' m getting stronger | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Not very much longer | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Eighth lock | |
| Nothing will live | |
| Nothing will grow | |
| No one will care | |
| No one will know | |
| Eighth lock | |
| You can never win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| Who the hell am I? | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| And what did you do to my hands? | |
| I' m getting stronger | |
| They built this place with steel | |
| And painted it with mud | |
| It' s constantly on fire | |
| They put it out with blood | |
| They said it was a prison | |
| But became so much more | |
| The maze it built into itself | |
| They had to bar the door | |
| Bar the door! | |
| Quickly you fools! | |
| Nothing to do | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| The floating eyeball is to be feared | |
| The pupil hides a maw | |
| They say that children run this place | |
| That' s how they missed the fatal flaw | |
| Eigth lock | |
| You never can win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| Eigth lock | |
| You never can win | |
| You only get out | |
| By not going in | |
| No one to see | |
| Nowhere to go | |
| Nothing to do | |
| No one to know | |
| When you come to eighth lock | |
| It' s like some vile rebirth | |
| Where devils delve into your life | |
| And demons deem it' s worth | |
| The food comes through a hole | |
| My cellmate is a troll | |
| The warden he has hooks for hands | |
| We all play our roles | |
| We all play our roles | |
| Or wind up on a pole | |
| Eighth lock | |
| A diabolic construct | |
| As flesh runs rife with worms | |
| Somehow flesh and metal merge | |
| As bloated larvae squirms | |
| The things within they made with rules | |
| They steal the souls of those they think are fit to play their hateful games |