| 作词 : Anselmo, Brown, Keenan | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like a man that has to broken hands | |
| All of this thrown at me sinking me neck deep in sand | |
| They can't kill me no more, | |
| I don't know what they say but it's lies | |
| Underneath all this they should see the man that | |
| I am All of my life | |
| I've been tried and then persecuted | |
| They can't kill me no more, | |
| I don't know what to say cause it's lies | |
| Undenied, cold shackles, inches from the knife | |
| I defy, what's mine shall be but nothing stance, | |
| The time, not surprised, it's the same to sleep as it is to rise | |
| Death or life? | |
| Look deeply into my eyes | |
| Fire on fire, way to be and get a fucking ride | |
| Some desire, a "fuck you" soars through the sky lies |
| zuo ci : Anselmo, Brown, Keenan | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like a man that has to broken hands | |
| All of this thrown at me sinking me neck deep in sand | |
| They can' t kill me no more, | |
| I don' t know what they say but it' s lies | |
| Underneath all this they should see the man that | |
| I am All of my life | |
| I' ve been tried and then persecuted | |
| They can' t kill me no more, | |
| I don' t know what to say cause it' s lies | |
| Undenied, cold shackles, inches from the knife | |
| I defy, what' s mine shall be but nothing stance, | |
| The time, not surprised, it' s the same to sleep as it is to rise | |
| Death or life? | |
| Look deeply into my eyes | |
| Fire on fire, way to be and get a fucking ride | |
| Some desire, a " fuck you" soars through the sky lies |
| zuò cí : Anselmo, Brown, Keenan | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like a man that has to broken hands | |
| All of this thrown at me sinking me neck deep in sand | |
| They can' t kill me no more, | |
| I don' t know what they say but it' s lies | |
| Underneath all this they should see the man that | |
| I am All of my life | |
| I' ve been tried and then persecuted | |
| They can' t kill me no more, | |
| I don' t know what to say cause it' s lies | |
| Undenied, cold shackles, inches from the knife | |
| I defy, what' s mine shall be but nothing stance, | |
| The time, not surprised, it' s the same to sleep as it is to rise | |
| Death or life? | |
| Look deeply into my eyes | |
| Fire on fire, way to be and get a fucking ride | |
| Some desire, a " fuck you" soars through the sky lies |