| Song | Blaze |
| Artist | AngelMaker |
| Album | Decay |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jesse Price/Michael Greenwood/Matt Perrine/Casey Tyson-Pearce/Cole Rideout/Colton Bennett | |
| 作曲 : Jesse Price/Michael Greenwood/Matt Perrine/Casey Tyson-Pearce/Cole Rideout/Colton Bennett | |
| The pleasure is all mine to take this life you worthless swine | |
| Your death unknown it won't be quick | |
| To the back of the head with a ****ing brick | |
| Broken, beaten, left to die | |
| No one will hear your screams as they echo | |
| Across the ****ing sky | |
| I'll tie you to your bed and set your ****ing world ablaze | |
| All these memories inside burned along with your existence | |
| I am the one who lurks in | |
| The shadow of your nightmare | |
| This is the incentive obituary | |
| Taking over hatred is nothing but insanity | |
| Nightmares instinctive in calamity | |
| This is for your entity | |
| Drain the blood | |
| From your veins | |
| Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
| Drain! | |
| Drain! | |
| Drain the blood from your veins | |
| Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
| No longer will I hear your wretched voice echoing inside my restless mind | |
| You will forever ****ing rest | |
| In this shallow grave | |
| Of treachery | |
| You lay and pray to your god | |
| Well, that god you speak of | |
| IS DEAD | |
| In my basement | |
| With a bullet in his head | |
| Never the sun of tomorrow shall you see | |
| Left to rot in a ditch you ****ing bitch |
| zuo ci : Jesse Price Michael Greenwood Matt Perrine Casey TysonPearce Cole Rideout Colton Bennett | |
| zuo qu : Jesse Price Michael Greenwood Matt Perrine Casey TysonPearce Cole Rideout Colton Bennett | |
| The pleasure is all mine to take this life you worthless swine | |
| Your death unknown it won' t be quick | |
| To the back of the head with a ing brick | |
| Broken, beaten, left to die | |
| No one will hear your screams as they echo | |
| Across the ing sky | |
| I' ll tie you to your bed and set your ing world ablaze | |
| All these memories inside burned along with your existence | |
| I am the one who lurks in | |
| The shadow of your nightmare | |
| This is the incentive obituary | |
| Taking over hatred is nothing but insanity | |
| Nightmares instinctive in calamity | |
| This is for your entity | |
| Drain the blood | |
| From your veins | |
| Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
| Drain! | |
| Drain! | |
| Drain the blood from your veins | |
| Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
| No longer will I hear your wretched voice echoing inside my restless mind | |
| You will forever ing rest | |
| In this shallow grave | |
| Of treachery | |
| You lay and pray to your god | |
| Well, that god you speak of | |
| IS DEAD | |
| In my basement | |
| With a bullet in his head | |
| Never the sun of tomorrow shall you see | |
| Left to rot in a ditch you ing bitch |
| zuò cí : Jesse Price Michael Greenwood Matt Perrine Casey TysonPearce Cole Rideout Colton Bennett | |
| zuò qǔ : Jesse Price Michael Greenwood Matt Perrine Casey TysonPearce Cole Rideout Colton Bennett | |
| The pleasure is all mine to take this life you worthless swine | |
| Your death unknown it won' t be quick | |
| To the back of the head with a ing brick | |
| Broken, beaten, left to die | |
| No one will hear your screams as they echo | |
| Across the ing sky | |
| I' ll tie you to your bed and set your ing world ablaze | |
| All these memories inside burned along with your existence | |
| I am the one who lurks in | |
| The shadow of your nightmare | |
| This is the incentive obituary | |
| Taking over hatred is nothing but insanity | |
| Nightmares instinctive in calamity | |
| This is for your entity | |
| Drain the blood | |
| From your veins | |
| Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
| Drain! | |
| Drain! | |
| Drain the blood from your veins | |
| Birth new life from your scattered remains | |
| No longer will I hear your wretched voice echoing inside my restless mind | |
| You will forever ing rest | |
| In this shallow grave | |
| Of treachery | |
| You lay and pray to your god | |
| Well, that god you speak of | |
| IS DEAD | |
| In my basement | |
| With a bullet in his head | |
| Never the sun of tomorrow shall you see | |
| Left to rot in a ditch you ing bitch |