| Song | Silver Plated Advocate |
| Artist | Despised Icon |
| Album | The Healing Process |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Erian, Jarrin | |
| The art of silencing people. | |
| Murdering enemies is such a pleasurable task. | |
| Suppress any possible living/breathing threat from the equation. | |
| Empowered by the poisonous touch of my silver plated advocate, | |
| I gently squeeze its trigger to paint him red. | |
| Decide a man's fate and impersonate god. | |
| I softly pull its trigger to pierce his flesh. | |
| Organs and ammunition properly acquainted with one another. | |
| My love for the gun grows stronger. | |
| Dedicated to extinction. | |
| My aim is as bold as his arrogance. | |
| I smile proudly as he trembles in the line of fire. | |
| The sight of a human spirit's weariness brings joy to this beholder. | |
| Witness the priceless look on his face | |
| as he savors the final moment of his shameful existence. | |
| The sight of a human spirit's weariness brings joy to this beholder. | |
| I aim for his head as I empty my charger in his direction. | |
| His blood stained tie and shirt will leave a lasting impression | |
| now that he's been put to sleep by the lethal injection of my smoking barrel. |
| zuo qu : Erian, Jarrin | |
| The art of silencing people. | |
| Murdering enemies is such a pleasurable task. | |
| Suppress any possible living breathing threat from the equation. | |
| Empowered by the poisonous touch of my silver plated advocate, | |
| I gently squeeze its trigger to paint him red. | |
| Decide a man' s fate and impersonate god. | |
| I softly pull its trigger to pierce his flesh. | |
| Organs and ammunition properly acquainted with one another. | |
| My love for the gun grows stronger. | |
| Dedicated to extinction. | |
| My aim is as bold as his arrogance. | |
| I smile proudly as he trembles in the line of fire. | |
| The sight of a human spirit' s weariness brings joy to this beholder. | |
| Witness the priceless look on his face | |
| as he savors the final moment of his shameful existence. | |
| The sight of a human spirit' s weariness brings joy to this beholder. | |
| I aim for his head as I empty my charger in his direction. | |
| His blood stained tie and shirt will leave a lasting impression | |
| now that he' s been put to sleep by the lethal injection of my smoking barrel. |
| zuò qǔ : Erian, Jarrin | |
| The art of silencing people. | |
| Murdering enemies is such a pleasurable task. | |
| Suppress any possible living breathing threat from the equation. | |
| Empowered by the poisonous touch of my silver plated advocate, | |
| I gently squeeze its trigger to paint him red. | |
| Decide a man' s fate and impersonate god. | |
| I softly pull its trigger to pierce his flesh. | |
| Organs and ammunition properly acquainted with one another. | |
| My love for the gun grows stronger. | |
| Dedicated to extinction. | |
| My aim is as bold as his arrogance. | |
| I smile proudly as he trembles in the line of fire. | |
| The sight of a human spirit' s weariness brings joy to this beholder. | |
| Witness the priceless look on his face | |
| as he savors the final moment of his shameful existence. | |
| The sight of a human spirit' s weariness brings joy to this beholder. | |
| I aim for his head as I empty my charger in his direction. | |
| His blood stained tie and shirt will leave a lasting impression | |
| now that he' s been put to sleep by the lethal injection of my smoking barrel. |