| Song | Suffering Feeds Me |
| Artist | Benediction |
| Album | Organised Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brookes | |
| Deep in the darkest mental recess | |
| There dwelt a force within the abscess | |
| That you called fear | |
| You were never alone | |
| One final victim's dying dreams | |
| An ecstasy of filth and screams | |
| Emancipated nightmares | |
| On a bloodied floor of dead prayers | |
| In the walls you've built around your feeble mind | |
| I'll sleep through the cracks | |
| Think of me as something you can control | |
| But not predict the backlash | |
| Suppressed inside, pent up terror mounts | |
| You created me | |
| Ghastly automaton exacerbates your plight | |
| Your suffering feeds me! | |
| Now we, we are become the force | |
| The denotative urge | |
| Irrepressible the slayers revolt | |
| O how this worms have turned | |
| Forever repressed, imprisoned for being born | |
| Antimony incarnate | |
| The bastard, prodigal son returns | |
| Bearing gifts to decimate | |
| No more the false enlightenment | |
| Only your death | |
| Revealed Blood seeking redress | |
| You cry out all you like | |
| There's noone to care | |
| Rotting in a prison that you built from lies | |
| Revisiting your crimes at source | |
| With not a shred of regret | |
| You brought this torture upon yourself | |
| Suffering pain begets | |
| Inflict no more, you wretched fool | |
| Your time is it an end | |
| Divinity a forsaken dream | |
| A rubicon you'll never transcend |
| zuo ci : Brookes | |
| Deep in the darkest mental recess | |
| There dwelt a force within the abscess | |
| That you called fear | |
| You were never alone | |
| One final victim' s dying dreams | |
| An ecstasy of filth and screams | |
| Emancipated nightmares | |
| On a bloodied floor of dead prayers | |
| In the walls you' ve built around your feeble mind | |
| I' ll sleep through the cracks | |
| Think of me as something you can control | |
| But not predict the backlash | |
| Suppressed inside, pent up terror mounts | |
| You created me | |
| Ghastly automaton exacerbates your plight | |
| Your suffering feeds me! | |
| Now we, we are become the force | |
| The denotative urge | |
| Irrepressible the slayers revolt | |
| O how this worms have turned | |
| Forever repressed, imprisoned for being born | |
| Antimony incarnate | |
| The bastard, prodigal son returns | |
| Bearing gifts to decimate | |
| No more the false enlightenment | |
| Only your death | |
| Revealed Blood seeking redress | |
| You cry out all you like | |
| There' s noone to care | |
| Rotting in a prison that you built from lies | |
| Revisiting your crimes at source | |
| With not a shred of regret | |
| You brought this torture upon yourself | |
| Suffering pain begets | |
| Inflict no more, you wretched fool | |
| Your time is it an end | |
| Divinity a forsaken dream | |
| A rubicon you' ll never transcend |
| zuò cí : Brookes | |
| Deep in the darkest mental recess | |
| There dwelt a force within the abscess | |
| That you called fear | |
| You were never alone | |
| One final victim' s dying dreams | |
| An ecstasy of filth and screams | |
| Emancipated nightmares | |
| On a bloodied floor of dead prayers | |
| In the walls you' ve built around your feeble mind | |
| I' ll sleep through the cracks | |
| Think of me as something you can control | |
| But not predict the backlash | |
| Suppressed inside, pent up terror mounts | |
| You created me | |
| Ghastly automaton exacerbates your plight | |
| Your suffering feeds me! | |
| Now we, we are become the force | |
| The denotative urge | |
| Irrepressible the slayers revolt | |
| O how this worms have turned | |
| Forever repressed, imprisoned for being born | |
| Antimony incarnate | |
| The bastard, prodigal son returns | |
| Bearing gifts to decimate | |
| No more the false enlightenment | |
| Only your death | |
| Revealed Blood seeking redress | |
| You cry out all you like | |
| There' s noone to care | |
| Rotting in a prison that you built from lies | |
| Revisiting your crimes at source | |
| With not a shred of regret | |
| You brought this torture upon yourself | |
| Suffering pain begets | |
| Inflict no more, you wretched fool | |
| Your time is it an end | |
| Divinity a forsaken dream | |
| A rubicon you' ll never transcend |