| Song | Bury Your Dead |
| Artist | The Haunted |
| Album | Warning Shots |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Aro, Björler, Björler, Jensen | |
| Can't imagine the pain inside of you. | |
| Can't take the violence shooting through. | |
| Unleash your rage, pounding fear into their eyes | |
| Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again. | |
| Can't take the ****in' pain. | |
| Bury your dead | |
| No remorse for the victims massacred. | |
| There's no end to this twisted killing spree. | |
| Now come to terms with the rage that blinds your eyes | |
| Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again. | |
| Can't take the ****in' pain. | |
| Bury your dead | |
| Transparent, forced-on guilt. | |
| Won't reconcile. | |
| Their distorted values | |
| ****s your pride. | |
| Appease your fevered mind | |
| Recoil from self-possession. | |
| Set things straight one last time: | |
| Bury your dead. |
| zuo ci : Aro, Bj rler, Bj rler, Jensen | |
| Can' t imagine the pain inside of you. | |
| Can' t take the violence shooting through. | |
| Unleash your rage, pounding fear into their eyes | |
| Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again. | |
| Can' t take the in' pain. | |
| Bury your dead | |
| No remorse for the victims massacred. | |
| There' s no end to this twisted killing spree. | |
| Now come to terms with the rage that blinds your eyes | |
| Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again. | |
| Can' t take the in' pain. | |
| Bury your dead | |
| Transparent, forcedon guilt. | |
| Won' t reconcile. | |
| Their distorted values | |
| s your pride. | |
| Appease your fevered mind | |
| Recoil from selfpossession. | |
| Set things straight one last time: | |
| Bury your dead. |
| zuò cí : Aro, Bj rler, Bj rler, Jensen | |
| Can' t imagine the pain inside of you. | |
| Can' t take the violence shooting through. | |
| Unleash your rage, pounding fear into their eyes | |
| Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again. | |
| Can' t take the in' pain. | |
| Bury your dead | |
| No remorse for the victims massacred. | |
| There' s no end to this twisted killing spree. | |
| Now come to terms with the rage that blinds your eyes | |
| Neuroses piercing through your head. Again and again. | |
| Can' t take the in' pain. | |
| Bury your dead | |
| Transparent, forcedon guilt. | |
| Won' t reconcile. | |
| Their distorted values | |
| s your pride. | |
| Appease your fevered mind | |
| Recoil from selfpossession. | |
| Set things straight one last time: | |
| Bury your dead. |