To Fell Goliath Lyrics
| Song | To Fell Goliath |
| Artist | Ulcerate |
| Album | Of Fracture and Failure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Lynch the god of disease | |
| And sever his wings | |
| Hang him upon the red beneath the green | |
| But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line | |
| And the mob is thinning and there is no time | |
| With the blind masturbating the blind | |
| The prophets are left with no one to lead | |
| To fall on your sword | |
| Or charge from the trench | |
| Fall in to the black | |
| Or choke their fields with our dead | |
| Within the agony of the conscience | |
| To gorge at the trough or to starve to death | |
| Aversion of truths or affirmation of life | |
| History to live or history to end | |
| With the pinnacle past and crevice below | |
| To leave the concrete to crack and the steel to corrode | |
| Turn your back on this den of murderous thieves | |
| Or with stone in hand do we go for the head? | |
| A chance to cripple, cut them off at the knee | |
| A wrench in the works to fuck the machine |
| zuo qu : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Lynch the god of disease | |
| And sever his wings | |
| Hang him upon the red beneath the green | |
| But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line | |
| And the mob is thinning and there is no time | |
| With the blind masturbating the blind | |
| The prophets are left with no one to lead | |
| To fall on your sword | |
| Or charge from the trench | |
| Fall in to the black | |
| Or choke their fields with our dead | |
| Within the agony of the conscience | |
| To gorge at the trough or to starve to death | |
| Aversion of truths or affirmation of life | |
| History to live or history to end | |
| With the pinnacle past and crevice below | |
| To leave the concrete to crack and the steel to corrode | |
| Turn your back on this den of murderous thieves | |
| Or with stone in hand do we go for the head? | |
| A chance to cripple, cut them off at the knee | |
| A wrench in the works to fuck the machine |
| zuò qǔ : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Lynch the god of disease | |
| And sever his wings | |
| Hang him upon the red beneath the green | |
| But the tyrants and sinners are waiting in line | |
| And the mob is thinning and there is no time | |
| With the blind masturbating the blind | |
| The prophets are left with no one to lead | |
| To fall on your sword | |
| Or charge from the trench | |
| Fall in to the black | |
| Or choke their fields with our dead | |
| Within the agony of the conscience | |
| To gorge at the trough or to starve to death | |
| Aversion of truths or affirmation of life | |
| History to live or history to end | |
| With the pinnacle past and crevice below | |
| To leave the concrete to crack and the steel to corrode | |
| Turn your back on this den of murderous thieves | |
| Or with stone in hand do we go for the head? | |
| A chance to cripple, cut them off at the knee | |
| A wrench in the works to fuck the machine |
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