[00:00.00] 作词 : Frank Blackfire/Chris Witchhunter
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Frank Blackfire/Chris Witchhunter
[00:41.13]See the gun high velocity
[00:43.17]Levelled to my heart
[00:45.12]Magazine filled with hollow points
[00:47.25]Bullets invented to slaughter
[00:48.87]They activate the trigger
[00:50.67]I get fired to the wall
[00:53.58]Pain is pungent stops my life
[00:54.90]Hear the last bell toll
[00:55.71]Tired and red the ways
[01:01.14]I gonna die
[01:01.35]Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
[01:02.76]Tired and red confirm by oath the death
[01:06.84]Tired and red to my last breath
[01:12.93]See the knife flash the sun
[01:15.06]The knife that makes me run
[01:15.93]Sharp and made of stainless steel
[01:17.58]Not wholesome to feel
[01:18.03]Stab me to the ground -
[01:22.80]Why? Falling down to see the sky
[01:24.60]My eyes are closed now day is night
[01:25.80]Never wake to see the light
[01:26.31]Tired and red the ways
[01:30.09]I gonna die
[01:30.72]Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
[01:34.68]Tired and red confirm by oath the death
[01:38.76]Tired and red to my last breath
[01:42.72]See the chair one thousand volts
[04:13.38]Invite to sit down
[04:13.77]With closed eyes and fettered limbs
[04:17.76]Contacts decorate an iron crown
[04:19.44]Overseer turns on the switch
[04:20.19]Small sparks squirt out my head
[04:20.91]High amperage my body shook
[04:21.63]In the claws of death
[04:22.38]Tired and red the ways
[04:29.31]I gonna die
[04:29.52]Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
[04:33.48]Tired and red confirm by oath the death
[04:41.28]Tired and red to my last breath

作词 : Frank Blackfire/Chris Witchhunter
作曲 : Frank Blackfire/Chris Witchhunter
See the gun high velocity
Levelled to my heart
Magazine filled with hollow points
Bullets invented to slaughter
They activate the trigger
I get fired to the wall
Pain is pungent stops my life
Hear the last bell toll
Tired and red the ways
I gonna die
Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
Tired and red confirm by oath the death
Tired and red to my last breath
See the knife flash the sun
The knife that makes me run
Sharp and made of stainless steel
Not wholesome to feel
Stab me to the ground -
Why? Falling down to see the sky
My eyes are closed now day is night
Never wake to see the light
Tired and red the ways
I gonna die
Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
Tired and red confirm by oath the death
Tired and red to my last breath
See the chair one thousand volts
Invite to sit down
With closed eyes and fettered limbs
Contacts decorate an iron crown
Overseer turns on the switch
Small sparks squirt out my head
High amperage my body shook
In the claws of death
Tired and red the ways
I gonna die
Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
Tired and red confirm by oath the death
Tired and red to my last breath