| Song | Carnal Ways To Recreate The Heart |
| Artist | Arsis |
| Album | A Celebration of Guilt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Malone | |
| I am the one, the fallen bastard son | |
| I'll step inside you, I'll feel your lips | |
| And seize your flesh, to penetrate the wound | |
| And your screams shall be dreams | |
| Of the graceless one's rebirth | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| I left my trace, I left my mark | |
| Carnal ways to recreate the heart | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| To be with me, is to be left | |
| I step away now, I'll leave your lips | |
| And withered flesh, no more inside the wound | |
| A badge of lust and wrong decisions | |
| The cold hands of a cursed religion | |
| A false idol to praise and worship | |
| And coax these hellish times | |
| To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white | |
| To play the role of God, and to recreate a life | |
| I am the one, the fallen bastard son | |
| I'll step inside you, I'll feel your lips | |
| And seize your flesh tonight | |
| A false idol to worship | |
| And coax these hellish times | |
| To play the role of God, and recreate a life | |
| A badge of lust and wrong decisions | |
| The cold hands of a cursed religion | |
| To cut and paint my sins | |
| A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white! | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| I left my trace I left my mark | |
| Carnal ways to recreate the heart | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child |
| zuo qu : Malone | |
| I am the one, the fallen bastard son | |
| I' ll step inside you, I' ll feel your lips | |
| And seize your flesh, to penetrate the wound | |
| And your screams shall be dreams | |
| Of the graceless one' s rebirth | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| I left my trace, I left my mark | |
| Carnal ways to recreate the heart | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| To be with me, is to be left | |
| I step away now, I' ll leave your lips | |
| And withered flesh, no more inside the wound | |
| A badge of lust and wrong decisions | |
| The cold hands of a cursed religion | |
| A false idol to praise and worship | |
| And coax these hellish times | |
| To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white | |
| To play the role of God, and to recreate a life | |
| I am the one, the fallen bastard son | |
| I' ll step inside you, I' ll feel your lips | |
| And seize your flesh tonight | |
| A false idol to worship | |
| And coax these hellish times | |
| To play the role of God, and recreate a life | |
| A badge of lust and wrong decisions | |
| The cold hands of a cursed religion | |
| To cut and paint my sins | |
| A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white! | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| I left my trace I left my mark | |
| Carnal ways to recreate the heart | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child |
| zuò qǔ : Malone | |
| I am the one, the fallen bastard son | |
| I' ll step inside you, I' ll feel your lips | |
| And seize your flesh, to penetrate the wound | |
| And your screams shall be dreams | |
| Of the graceless one' s rebirth | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| I left my trace, I left my mark | |
| Carnal ways to recreate the heart | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| To be with me, is to be left | |
| I step away now, I' ll leave your lips | |
| And withered flesh, no more inside the wound | |
| A badge of lust and wrong decisions | |
| The cold hands of a cursed religion | |
| A false idol to praise and worship | |
| And coax these hellish times | |
| To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white | |
| To play the role of God, and to recreate a life | |
| I am the one, the fallen bastard son | |
| I' ll step inside you, I' ll feel your lips | |
| And seize your flesh tonight | |
| A false idol to worship | |
| And coax these hellish times | |
| To play the role of God, and recreate a life | |
| A badge of lust and wrong decisions | |
| The cold hands of a cursed religion | |
| To cut and paint my sins | |
| A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white! | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| Forever I have lost the way | |
| To the flesh that was mine today | |
| I left my trace I left my mark | |
| Carnal ways to recreate the heart | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| Feel the pain and we know | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child | |
| And with the pain we are cursed with child |