[00:00.000] 作曲 : Carpenter, Keyser[00:01.557]We're not just going to shoot[00:03.685]We're going to cut out their living guts[00:06.271]And use them to grease the treads of our tanks[00:09.783]We're going to murder those bastards by the bushle[00:21.210]Released into the atmosphere[00:25.367]The sky is rotten left[00:29.523]Choke on the isolation[00:35.728]Infection reflected[00:48.994]Symbols of diplomacy are signs of weakness from above[00:52.893]Instants time a thousand cultures turned to dust[00:57.165]Horizon strewn with unmarked graves a solace reached in self exile[01:01.524]Luxuries of the depraved are all left to rot[01:19.900]A lapse of bitter freedom[01:24.188]With immortality impaired[01:28.292]Picked clean by innovation and despair[02:19.353]Afflicted cities erased from time[02:23.217]Nerve gas caresses exposed skin[02:27.05]Omens in tank tread impressions[02:31.180]Intentional conflict was kindled[02:36.34]Without insult or injury[02:40.239]To cull this human flood[02:43.389]All you have to do is breathe[02:48.718]The solution is faultless[02:52.270]A truth upon which we can all agree[02:57.128]Trample the weak[03:00.794]Hurdle the dead[03:09.159]The solution is faultless[03:12.922]A truth upon which we can all agree[03:17.625]Trample the weak[03:21.304]Hurdle the dead[03:36.685]Released into the atmosphere[03:40.850]The sky is rotten left[03:45.268]Choke on the isolation[03:49.964]Infection reflected