Ill Designs
作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
Now that you can’t come back
To face your own reflection
Constructing your collapse
Designing your destruction
With ill designs burned in your eyes
Hide in the shadow of your lies, antagonize
Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace
No dignity, a barren waste, still on the take
Who will you be today?
Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror.
Loss of reality, obsessing over control
And with a crooked mentality watch it all implode and fall away
A tragedy your sick intentions on display a strategy
And in the end you can’t pretend
It’s not the spoils your intent, malevolence.
Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror.
Every back you stabbed, and every disrespect
Turns back on you, cause and effect
Strings you pulled and decks you stacked
A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck.
Ill DesignsLRC歌词
作词 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
作曲 : David Randall Blythe/William M. Adler/John Steven Campbell/Mark Duane Morton
Now that you can’t come back
To face your own reflection
Constructing your collapse
Designing your destruction
With ill designs burned in your eyes
Hide in the shadow of your lies, antagonize
Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace
No dignity, a barren waste, still on the take
Who will you be today?
Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror.
Loss of reality, obsessing over control
And with a crooked mentality watch it all implode and fall away
A tragedy your sick intentions on display a strategy
And in the end you can’t pretend
It’s not the spoils your intent, malevolence.
Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror.
Every back you stabbed, and every disrespect
Turns back on you, cause and effect
Strings you pulled and decks you stacked
A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck.
