| Song | Man Made Hell |
| Artist | Extreme Noise Terror |
| Album | Being and Nothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Catchpole, Jones, O'Neil | |
| Destruction for our personal gain | |
| Conceited by so called advance | |
| Though our lives are torn apart | |
| For all that's left is dust in air | |
| Sucked dry by parasites for far too long | |
| The time has come to make a stand | |
| I'll never live this way with such desire | |
| Consuming you with no respite | |
| There's nothing left | |
| What will you ever achieve by these means | |
| You would see the truth from the gutter | |
| From this man made hell | |
| We are born to suffer | |
| I now wish you dead | |
| With all I muster | |
| Can you feel the crushing grind | |
| Of this pathetic existence | |
| You will... | |
| Blinded by appaling truths | |
| Thought left to fester | |
| Death scenes cloud my thoughts | |
| My conscience so relentless | |
| Wake up and realise the truth | |
| You hate yourself and what | |
| You have become | |
| Our fate held in the balance of our greed | |
| Left to us, left to us will tumble to decline |
| zuo ci : Catchpole, Jones, O' Neil | |
| Destruction for our personal gain | |
| Conceited by so called advance | |
| Though our lives are torn apart | |
| For all that' s left is dust in air | |
| Sucked dry by parasites for far too long | |
| The time has come to make a stand | |
| I' ll never live this way with such desire | |
| Consuming you with no respite | |
| There' s nothing left | |
| What will you ever achieve by these means | |
| You would see the truth from the gutter | |
| From this man made hell | |
| We are born to suffer | |
| I now wish you dead | |
| With all I muster | |
| Can you feel the crushing grind | |
| Of this pathetic existence | |
| You will... | |
| Blinded by appaling truths | |
| Thought left to fester | |
| Death scenes cloud my thoughts | |
| My conscience so relentless | |
| Wake up and realise the truth | |
| You hate yourself and what | |
| You have become | |
| Our fate held in the balance of our greed | |
| Left to us, left to us will tumble to decline |
| zuò cí : Catchpole, Jones, O' Neil | |
| Destruction for our personal gain | |
| Conceited by so called advance | |
| Though our lives are torn apart | |
| For all that' s left is dust in air | |
| Sucked dry by parasites for far too long | |
| The time has come to make a stand | |
| I' ll never live this way with such desire | |
| Consuming you with no respite | |
| There' s nothing left | |
| What will you ever achieve by these means | |
| You would see the truth from the gutter | |
| From this man made hell | |
| We are born to suffer | |
| I now wish you dead | |
| With all I muster | |
| Can you feel the crushing grind | |
| Of this pathetic existence | |
| You will... | |
| Blinded by appaling truths | |
| Thought left to fester | |
| Death scenes cloud my thoughts | |
| My conscience so relentless | |
| Wake up and realise the truth | |
| You hate yourself and what | |
| You have become | |
| Our fate held in the balance of our greed | |
| Left to us, left to us will tumble to decline |