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Resurrection

 

Resurrection

(الألبوم: Creature - 1996)


I've been drowned out by the rain
Still I'm wishing I could stay
But I'm sorry, my old friend
I've got to leave you once again
And despite what I might say
Measure pleasure by the pain
Measure pleasure by the twisting
Of the metal in the vein
And it might be very hard
Can't be more than what we are
Can't be more till it's over

Here comes the resurrection
Everybody's got to die from something
Nothing ever left to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies
Animal, the way you cut them might be
Animal, the way I cut you from below

So you goad me into spite
It's the cruelty that you like
It's the waiting for the one thing
That you never could define
Fill the longing just because
Emasculates the ones you love
Have to wait till it's over

We are the less than mighty
Never was a way I thought it could be
Never quite enough to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies
Animal, the way you cut them might be
Animal, the way I cut you from below

I've been drowned out by the rain
Still I'm wishing I could stay
But I'm sorry, my old friend
I've got to leave you once again
And despite what I might say
Measure pleasure by the pain
Measure pleasure by the twisting
Of the metal in the vein
And it might be very hard
Can't be more than what we are
Can't be more till it's over

Here comes the resurrection
Everybody's got to die from something
Nothing ever left to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies
Animal, the way you cut them might be
Animal, the way I cut you from below

And if anger is the ending
Of the things that we've become
For the mother and the father
And the sister and the son
Through the shallow without wanting
Realisation to mistake
In the ugliness, the open
All the things we can't replace
I will control
I will control
I will control
I will control
I will control
I will control
I will control
I will control

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