| Song | Cast Down |
| Artist | Slayer |
| Album | God Hates Us All |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : King | |
| Despair, emptiness, see the hatred wasted on yourself | |
| Face down, taste the dust, dig harder everyday | |
| Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself | |
| Suicide on the street | |
| Everywhere around you watch it breed | |
| It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection | |
| So now you're wasted, broken down | |
| I see through your ignorance | |
| Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside | |
| Next fix, shoot it up | |
| Looking for the place where | |
| God speaks | |
| Every time you find him he just stabs you in the back again | |
| No one hears you, you're society's infection | |
| I won't judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
| The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
| This is where the world of money changes nothing | |
| Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world | |
| The system's failing you, just the way it failed me | |
| Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds | |
| America, ' | |
| Home of the | |
| Free'Land of fucking disenchantment | |
| Despair, emptiness | |
| Isolation rapes you everyday | |
| Face down, taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave | |
| Haven't found a reason, haven't found a thing to fucking live for | |
| Godless, he doesn't care how you choose to destroy yourself | |
| In a world that feeds on hate, you're left here just to waste away | |
| In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland | |
| No one hears you, you're society's infection | |
| I won't judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| No one hears you, you're society's infection | |
| I won't judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
| The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
| This is where the world of money changes nothing |
| zuo qu : King | |
| Despair, emptiness, see the hatred wasted on yourself | |
| Face down, taste the dust, dig harder everyday | |
| Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself | |
| Suicide on the street | |
| Everywhere around you watch it breed | |
| It begins to bury you in selfinduced rejection | |
| So now you' re wasted, broken down | |
| I see through your ignorance | |
| Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside | |
| Next fix, shoot it up | |
| Looking for the place where | |
| God speaks | |
| Every time you find him he just stabs you in the back again | |
| No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
| I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
| The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
| This is where the world of money changes nothing | |
| Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world | |
| The system' s failing you, just the way it failed me | |
| Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds | |
| America, ' | |
| Home of the | |
| Free' Land of fucking disenchantment | |
| Despair, emptiness | |
| Isolation rapes you everyday | |
| Face down, taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave | |
| Haven' t found a reason, haven' t found a thing to fucking live for | |
| Godless, he doesn' t care how you choose to destroy yourself | |
| In a world that feeds on hate, you' re left here just to waste away | |
| In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland | |
| No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
| I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
| I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
| The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
| This is where the world of money changes nothing |
| zuò qǔ : King | |
| Despair, emptiness, see the hatred wasted on yourself | |
| Face down, taste the dust, dig harder everyday | |
| Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself | |
| Suicide on the street | |
| Everywhere around you watch it breed | |
| It begins to bury you in selfinduced rejection | |
| So now you' re wasted, broken down | |
| I see through your ignorance | |
| Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside | |
| Next fix, shoot it up | |
| Looking for the place where | |
| God speaks | |
| Every time you find him he just stabs you in the back again | |
| No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
| I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
| The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
| This is where the world of money changes nothing | |
| Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world | |
| The system' s failing you, just the way it failed me | |
| Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds | |
| America, ' | |
| Home of the | |
| Free' Land of fucking disenchantment | |
| Despair, emptiness | |
| Isolation rapes you everyday | |
| Face down, taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave | |
| Haven' t found a reason, haven' t found a thing to fucking live for | |
| Godless, he doesn' t care how you choose to destroy yourself | |
| In a world that feeds on hate, you' re left here just to waste away | |
| In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland | |
| No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
| I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| No one hears you, you' re society' s infection | |
| I won' t judge you when the blood steals life from you | |
| Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead | |
| The needle numbs the pain of all your suffering | |
| This is where the world of money changes nothing |