the patient mental Lyrics
| Song | the patient mental |
| Artist | Mudvayne |
| Album | The End Of All Things To Come |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Patient, | |
| Just as I am, | |
| As always, | |
| Watch the time go by, | |
| Nothing left to pass by, | |
| The minutes follow me, | |
| Drunken little people, | |
| Work away in me, | |
| Why won't they leave me, leave me alone | |
| When I don't even want me, want me | |
| I have to, kill the words, | |
| Before they, form my sentence, | |
| The sentence that is me, | |
| Judged by those that carry | |
| The patient sits in cradled arms | |
| That comfort me by strangling | |
| Why won't they leave me, leave me alone | |
| When I don't even want me, | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that's empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won't they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy | |
| They have to kill the meal, | |
| Before they can consume, | |
| Consume my inner peace, | |
| Without the understanding, | |
| Trapped inside the works, | |
| The hands are moving me | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that's empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won't they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy | |
| Release me, | |
| Let me go, | |
| Why do they observe me? | |
| There's nothing here to cure, | |
| I can see the silhouettes, | |
| That sit behind the mirror | |
| I'm just like a clock upon the wall | |
| Always moving, but never going anywhere | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that's empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won't they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy |
| zuo qu : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Patient, | |
| Just as I am, | |
| As always, | |
| Watch the time go by, | |
| Nothing left to pass by, | |
| The minutes follow me, | |
| Drunken little people, | |
| Work away in me, | |
| Why won' t they leave me, leave me alone | |
| When I don' t even want me, want me | |
| I have to, kill the words, | |
| Before they, form my sentence, | |
| The sentence that is me, | |
| Judged by those that carry | |
| The patient sits in cradled arms | |
| That comfort me by strangling | |
| Why won' t they leave me, leave me alone | |
| When I don' t even want me, | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that' s empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won' t they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship... the hate driven envy | |
| They have to kill the meal, | |
| Before they can consume, | |
| Consume my inner peace, | |
| Without the understanding, | |
| Trapped inside the works, | |
| The hands are moving me | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that' s empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won' t they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship... the hate driven envy | |
| Release me, | |
| Let me go, | |
| Why do they observe me? | |
| There' s nothing here to cure, | |
| I can see the silhouettes, | |
| That sit behind the mirror | |
| I' m just like a clock upon the wall | |
| Always moving, but never going anywhere | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that' s empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won' t they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship... the hate driven envy |
| zuò qǔ : Gray, Martinie, McDonough ... | |
| Patient, | |
| Just as I am, | |
| As always, | |
| Watch the time go by, | |
| Nothing left to pass by, | |
| The minutes follow me, | |
| Drunken little people, | |
| Work away in me, | |
| Why won' t they leave me, leave me alone | |
| When I don' t even want me, want me | |
| I have to, kill the words, | |
| Before they, form my sentence, | |
| The sentence that is me, | |
| Judged by those that carry | |
| The patient sits in cradled arms | |
| That comfort me by strangling | |
| Why won' t they leave me, leave me alone | |
| When I don' t even want me, | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that' s empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won' t they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship... the hate driven envy | |
| They have to kill the meal, | |
| Before they can consume, | |
| Consume my inner peace, | |
| Without the understanding, | |
| Trapped inside the works, | |
| The hands are moving me | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that' s empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won' t they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship... the hate driven envy | |
| Release me, | |
| Let me go, | |
| Why do they observe me? | |
| There' s nothing here to cure, | |
| I can see the silhouettes, | |
| That sit behind the mirror | |
| I' m just like a clock upon the wall | |
| Always moving, but never going anywhere | |
| The patient mental sits and stares | |
| An idle mind that' s empty, screaming | |
| Staring back | |
| Why won' t they leave him, leave him alone | |
| A passive speared ritual | |
| Drive by our war ship... the hate driven envy |
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