Spike 歌词

H with a capital hate Out catching souls and drilling holes and It can make you feel like Jesus 'Til that sword gets driven in Stepped over on the homeless night They sprayed the wall my desperate friend Tried to climb in vain They felt his pulse, they swept him clean away Oh, you fucking fool, you left us carrying your useless Pain We're trapped here 'til we die We're trapped here 'til we die We're trapped here 'til we die We're trapped here 'til we die die die die die die die The remains, the remains, the residue The remains, the remains, the residue The remains, the remains, the residue The remains, the remains, now, is it you? Is it you? Is it you?