| Song | A Filthy Addiction |
| Artist | The Crimson Armada |
| Album | Guardians |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Crimson Armada | |
| "I burned in the Garden of Paradise!" | |
| A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat. | |
| For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with earth. | |
| He ingests his wealth, contemplates the drain, his emerald soul. | |
| His grave will sleep warm of opulent eyeballs. | |
| And at the summoning grounds is the reunion where abundance is abound. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
| The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
| Thus he verbalized for every sad inhuman worth. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
| And so commenced the sick unholy glowing green addiction. | |
| Thy thirst to strip the forest keeps the world in cold affliction. | |
| Sunk in leaves of sustenance, | |
| drilling holes in all his teeth. | |
| Locked the spoils in their place, | |
| "Carry your grin between your greed" | |
| Infinitely basking, is his chest displaced with gold? | |
| The mountains have not piled yet, must he slit a robins throat? | |
| The years will multiply and yet he never feels content with himself | |
| and now he turns to burn the garden of paradise. | |
| Nothing saves. | |
| Behold there is no gold that saves your soul. | |
| To quantify salvation is to be unborn. | |
| There is no price on life to be paid. | |
| Every man has his own savior. | |
| His basking is now met with an unfortunate realization. | |
| Of his heart solid gold failed on the stretchers congression. | |
| And so it had ended. | |
| Echoed forever in a filthy addiction. |
| zuo qu : Crimson Armada | |
| " I burned in the Garden of Paradise!" | |
| A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat. | |
| For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with earth. | |
| He ingests his wealth, contemplates the drain, his emerald soul. | |
| His grave will sleep warm of opulent eyeballs. | |
| And at the summoning grounds is the reunion where abundance is abound. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
| The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
| Thus he verbalized for every sad inhuman worth. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
| And so commenced the sick unholy glowing green addiction. | |
| Thy thirst to strip the forest keeps the world in cold affliction. | |
| Sunk in leaves of sustenance, | |
| drilling holes in all his teeth. | |
| Locked the spoils in their place, | |
| " Carry your grin between your greed" | |
| Infinitely basking, is his chest displaced with gold? | |
| The mountains have not piled yet, must he slit a robins throat? | |
| The years will multiply and yet he never feels content with himself | |
| and now he turns to burn the garden of paradise. | |
| Nothing saves. | |
| Behold there is no gold that saves your soul. | |
| To quantify salvation is to be unborn. | |
| There is no price on life to be paid. | |
| Every man has his own savior. | |
| His basking is now met with an unfortunate realization. | |
| Of his heart solid gold failed on the stretchers congression. | |
| And so it had ended. | |
| Echoed forever in a filthy addiction. |
| zuò qǔ : Crimson Armada | |
| " I burned in the Garden of Paradise!" | |
| A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat. | |
| For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with earth. | |
| He ingests his wealth, contemplates the drain, his emerald soul. | |
| His grave will sleep warm of opulent eyeballs. | |
| And at the summoning grounds is the reunion where abundance is abound. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
| The price on life had begun to substitute. | |
| Thus he verbalized for every sad inhuman worth. | |
| Broken teeth are found in the bones and backs beyond the flesh of animals. | |
| And so began: A filthy addiction. | |
| And so commenced the sick unholy glowing green addiction. | |
| Thy thirst to strip the forest keeps the world in cold affliction. | |
| Sunk in leaves of sustenance, | |
| drilling holes in all his teeth. | |
| Locked the spoils in their place, | |
| " Carry your grin between your greed" | |
| Infinitely basking, is his chest displaced with gold? | |
| The mountains have not piled yet, must he slit a robins throat? | |
| The years will multiply and yet he never feels content with himself | |
| and now he turns to burn the garden of paradise. | |
| Nothing saves. | |
| Behold there is no gold that saves your soul. | |
| To quantify salvation is to be unborn. | |
| There is no price on life to be paid. | |
| Every man has his own savior. | |
| His basking is now met with an unfortunate realization. | |
| Of his heart solid gold failed on the stretchers congression. | |
| And so it had ended. | |
| Echoed forever in a filthy addiction. |