| Song | Temple Of Lies |
| Artist | Hocico |
| Album | Odio Bajo El Alma |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hocico | |
| Fatten those tender lambs | |
| 'Til they're ready | |
| to be brought forth | |
| into the temple of lies. | |
| Taste this powder make a choice | |
| before someone hurts the children | |
| they're gonna show us | |
| the oppression that we've felt | |
| we hope aggression dies away. | |
| Shocked brains wondering who's gonna fall | |
| impressions from the holy eyes | |
| I'm hearing their lies | |
| I'm seeing their eyes looking for preys | |
| What's gonna happen in this place? | |
| confused mental state. | |
| I see their faith riping apart. | |
| Show them your shape | |
| shattered, beaten, tired. | |
| they say : just pray | |
| questions dividing us. | |
| like a blurred image | |
| composed of fantasies | |
| believe it their ideals | |
| are on decay. | |
| Fixed way we see that's only an ambition | |
| for along time we've drunk their insults with fear | |
| vestiges of repentance | |
| we're afraid to see beyond our eyes | |
| what do we hide? | |
| Feign compassion and pull out his heart with your hand | |
| There's no much left here | |
| They are so lost yearning madly for a clear light | |
| The temple of lies. |
| zuo qu : Hocico | |
| Fatten those tender lambs | |
| ' Til they' re ready | |
| to be brought forth | |
| into the temple of lies. | |
| Taste this powder make a choice | |
| before someone hurts the children | |
| they' re gonna show us | |
| the oppression that we' ve felt | |
| we hope aggression dies away. | |
| Shocked brains wondering who' s gonna fall | |
| impressions from the holy eyes | |
| I' m hearing their lies | |
| I' m seeing their eyes looking for preys | |
| What' s gonna happen in this place? | |
| confused mental state. | |
| I see their faith riping apart. | |
| Show them your shape | |
| shattered, beaten, tired. | |
| they say nbsp: just pray | |
| questions dividing us. | |
| like a blurred image | |
| composed of fantasies | |
| believe it their ideals | |
| are on decay. | |
| Fixed way we see that' s only an ambition | |
| for along time we' ve drunk their insults with fear | |
| vestiges of repentance | |
| we' re afraid to see beyond our eyes | |
| what do we hide? | |
| Feign compassion and pull out his heart with your hand | |
| There' s no much left here | |
| They are so lost yearning madly for a clear light | |
| The temple of lies. |
| zuò qǔ : Hocico | |
| Fatten those tender lambs | |
| ' Til they' re ready | |
| to be brought forth | |
| into the temple of lies. | |
| Taste this powder make a choice | |
| before someone hurts the children | |
| they' re gonna show us | |
| the oppression that we' ve felt | |
| we hope aggression dies away. | |
| Shocked brains wondering who' s gonna fall | |
| impressions from the holy eyes | |
| I' m hearing their lies | |
| I' m seeing their eyes looking for preys | |
| What' s gonna happen in this place? | |
| confused mental state. | |
| I see their faith riping apart. | |
| Show them your shape | |
| shattered, beaten, tired. | |
| they say nbsp: just pray | |
| questions dividing us. | |
| like a blurred image | |
| composed of fantasies | |
| believe it their ideals | |
| are on decay. | |
| Fixed way we see that' s only an ambition | |
| for along time we' ve drunk their insults with fear | |
| vestiges of repentance | |
| we' re afraid to see beyond our eyes | |
| what do we hide? | |
| Feign compassion and pull out his heart with your hand | |
| There' s no much left here | |
| They are so lost yearning madly for a clear light | |
| The temple of lies. |