| Song | Feedback, Blood & Distortion |
| Artist | Toxic Holocaust |
| Album | An Overdose of Death... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Grind | |
| A burst of confusion rocks your mind | |
| As the shadows from the warhead fills the sky | |
| Endless rioting of the masses | |
| As we heed Satan's call | |
| As we fan the flames higher | |
| And disintegrate you all | |
| The blood of the victims drench the walls | |
| But every night they still fill the halls | |
| Coming for the chaos to witness and partake | |
| In the fight for their lives | |
| And the wall of sonic hate | |
| Feedback, blood and distortion | |
| In the gutter, we're fighting for our lives | |
| Our metal weapons gleaming in the night | |
| Your fate is in our hands | |
| Your funeral's just begun | |
| As the weak are cast aside | |
| And the soldiers are marching on | |
| An overdose of death... |
| zuo qu : Grind | |
| A burst of confusion rocks your mind | |
| As the shadows from the warhead fills the sky | |
| Endless rioting of the masses | |
| As we heed Satan' s call | |
| As we fan the flames higher | |
| And disintegrate you all | |
| The blood of the victims drench the walls | |
| But every night they still fill the halls | |
| Coming for the chaos to witness and partake | |
| In the fight for their lives | |
| And the wall of sonic hate | |
| Feedback, blood and distortion | |
| In the gutter, we' re fighting for our lives | |
| Our metal weapons gleaming in the night | |
| Your fate is in our hands | |
| Your funeral' s just begun | |
| As the weak are cast aside | |
| And the soldiers are marching on | |
| An overdose of death... |
| zuò qǔ : Grind | |
| A burst of confusion rocks your mind | |
| As the shadows from the warhead fills the sky | |
| Endless rioting of the masses | |
| As we heed Satan' s call | |
| As we fan the flames higher | |
| And disintegrate you all | |
| The blood of the victims drench the walls | |
| But every night they still fill the halls | |
| Coming for the chaos to witness and partake | |
| In the fight for their lives | |
| And the wall of sonic hate | |
| Feedback, blood and distortion | |
| In the gutter, we' re fighting for our lives | |
| Our metal weapons gleaming in the night | |
| Your fate is in our hands | |
| Your funeral' s just begun | |
| As the weak are cast aside | |
| And the soldiers are marching on | |
| An overdose of death... |