Dimetrix. - LWCreator.mp3

[00:00.000] 编曲 : LWCreator
[00:40.424]We created a weapon,
[00:41.422]Descended from heaven,
[00:42.193]We carved it in our motherland,
[00:44.171]But now I'm feeling relentless,
[00:45.170]This power is endless,
[00:46.180]I'm gonna take it by the hand,
[00:48.177]This world has gone to its knees,
[00:50.431]I demand new needs,
[00:51.673]As we grind through the dirt,
[00:53.681]We're no longer fading thin,
[00:55.676]I would rule above the Earth screaming,
[00:57.675]"I will not be made of sin",
[00:59.671]From the helm of a manmade genocide,
[01:01.679]We carved our own,
[01:03.424]From the bowеls of a biotech homicide，
[01:05.674]We will bе known，
[01:07.171]Feeding through the core with spite,
[01:09.680]Even if it takes all night,
[01:11.676]With a fake and holy deed,
[01:13.672]This being my only creed,
[01:15.427]We've become bloodstained,
[01:17.427]This moral crime redeems,
[01:19.178]As we all recolonize,
[01:21.173]Our Dimetrix will rii~riiise
[01:24.425]Rii~riiise
[01:26.422]Iiiiise~riiiise
[01:33.604]We have power in machines,
[01:37.854]Abused by many means it seems,
[01:43.794]This world has gone to its knees,
[01:45.294]I demand new needs,
[01:45.790]I have killed the heart's desire,
[01:47.041]All that's left is from within,
[01:49.551]I want it all and maybe more,
[01:51.040]I want my own land to shed its skin,
[01:53.542]From the helm of a manmade genocide,
[01:55.297]We carved our own,
[01:57.041]From the bowels of a biotech homicide,
[01:59.293]We will be known,
[02:01.048]Feeding through the core with spite,
[02:03.297]Even if it takes all night,
[02:05.294]With a fake and holy deed,
[02:07.291]This being my only creed,
[02:09.042]We've become bloodstained,
[02:11.044]This moral crime redeems,
[02:13.048]As we all recolonize,
[02:14.791]Our Dimetrix will rii~riiise
[02:18.044]Rii~riiise
[02:20.041]Iiiiise~riiiise
[02:24.301]They think we can't do better,
[02:26.795]They think we won't design from a masterpiece,
[02:30.503]There's a magic in this leech,
[02:32.252]Send the dogs of war,
[02:36.001]We have little time to copy everything you do,
[02:39.999]We can call it our own,
[02:41.748]You can call it a clone,
[02:43.501]But innovation is bleak,
[02:47.252]We take a bow to the unholy empire,
[02:48.992]Electronic salamanders in a hellfire,
[02:51.001]We bring chemicals of war to what we transpired,
[02:52.998]Remove the watermark and rise like a campfire,
[02:54.754]And we drown at the nay say choir,
[02:56.749]High off the fumes of adrenaline gunfire,
[02:58.501]What you had made was our heart's desire,
[03:00.498]So we hold our aim and fire,
[03:02.752]Feeding through the core with spite,
[03:04.749]Even if it takes all night,
[03:06.746]With a fake and holy deed,
[03:08.996]This being my only creed,
[03:10.500]We've become bloodstained,
[03:12.502]This moral crime redeems,
[03:14.499]As we all recolonize,
[03:16.242]Our Dimetrix will ri~ii~riiise~
[03:26.250]In case you had not know,
[03:27.750]We've ascended our clone,
[03:29.745]Our own Dimetrix wil riiise!!