| 作词 : Cavalera, Green, Kisser | |
| You can't look in these eye's | |
| Can't live out these lies | |
| Walk the walk, talk the talk | |
| Doesn't leave my head staining my cells gray | |
| This all the thanks that | |
| I get from you | |
| Feed the fear, nothing's clear | |
| You hear me, you | |
| You hear me, you | |
| There's no rest for consequences of guilt | |
| Facing my own doubts about what is actually real | |
| Told myself that | |
| I would live again | |
| Lost all cause fought them all to the end | |
| All my aspirations to the bottom of hell | |
| The womb of mother earth is bleeding losing a son | |
| Can't deny, our decline | |
| You hear me, you | |
| You hear me, you | |
| Feed the fear, nothing's clear | |
| Walk the walk, talk the talk |
| zuo ci : Cavalera, Green, Kisser | |
| You can' t look in these eye' s | |
| Can' t live out these lies | |
| Walk the walk, talk the talk | |
| Doesn' t leave my head staining my cells gray | |
| This all the thanks that | |
| I get from you | |
| Feed the fear, nothing' s clear | |
| You hear me, you | |
| You hear me, you | |
| There' s no rest for consequences of guilt | |
| Facing my own doubts about what is actually real | |
| Told myself that | |
| I would live again | |
| Lost all cause fought them all to the end | |
| All my aspirations to the bottom of hell | |
| The womb of mother earth is bleeding losing a son | |
| Can' t deny, our decline | |
| You hear me, you | |
| You hear me, you | |
| Feed the fear, nothing' s clear | |
| Walk the walk, talk the talk |
| zuò cí : Cavalera, Green, Kisser | |
| You can' t look in these eye' s | |
| Can' t live out these lies | |
| Walk the walk, talk the talk | |
| Doesn' t leave my head staining my cells gray | |
| This all the thanks that | |
| I get from you | |
| Feed the fear, nothing' s clear | |
| You hear me, you | |
| You hear me, you | |
| There' s no rest for consequences of guilt | |
| Facing my own doubts about what is actually real | |
| Told myself that | |
| I would live again | |
| Lost all cause fought them all to the end | |
| All my aspirations to the bottom of hell | |
| The womb of mother earth is bleeding losing a son | |
| Can' t deny, our decline | |
| You hear me, you | |
| You hear me, you | |
| Feed the fear, nothing' s clear | |
| Walk the walk, talk the talk |