标题:Handful of Nothing
艺人:Pain of Salvation
作曲:Gidenlow
制谱人:Tabbed by -Tak_Ryu- (Leandro Marques, S鉶 Carlos, SP, Brasil)
指示:If something is too harsh to play, go by the sound.
节拍:
♩ = 150
音轨:
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Base Guitar - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
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Solo Guitar - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
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Clean Guitar - 尼龙弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar (nylon)
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Keyboards - 弦乐合奏1 String Ensemble 1
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Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
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Drums - 敲击乐器
注释:
We磛e seen it before, but safe on our suburb
Streets
Now I am here in
Flesh, a witness of war, in this godforsaken
Scene
Far from these grey walls
See children with guns, hatred and fear in their
Eyes
They shoot to release their
Pain, a conflict to solve, no matter if someone
Dies
Protecting our interests
We磛e seen it before, but safe on our suburb
Streets
But now I am here in
Flesh, a witness of war in this godforsaken
Scene
Far from these grey walls
See children with guns, hatred and fear in their
Eyes
They shoot to release their
Pain, a conflict to solve no matter if someone
Dies
Protectiong our interests
Look around, soon there磍l be but ruins to be foun
Winner will be the last that stands
Lethal moves in a game of chess for the depraved
King of Pawns, are you worth to save?
If
we
eat
more
we磍l
get
a
Handful of nothing
We磍l
Be
Swa-
-llo-
-wing
Dirt
If
We
Push
More
We磍l
Get
a
Fistful of enough
We磍l
Be
Swa-
-llo-
-wing
Blood
They told me that we could actually save human
Lives
That armies would preserve the peace
That my work would save, solve and build. Only
Lies!
And I fed their wallets
It磗 strange how we speak of civilized views when
we
Buy
That media warface they
Sell, a makeup for 'them so we could decide who磗
to
Die
Cause we love it easy
Here they are - take a good look at the beasts of
war
Let the rain wash that paint away
Deep inside everyone's Mothers little child
Longing home, lost and lead astray
And we pray on this decay
If
We
Eat
More
We磍l
Get
a
Handful of nothing
We磍l
Be
Lost
With
The
Dirt
If
We
Push
More
We磍l
Get
a
Fistful of enough
I
Leave
This
Ma-
-chine
I
Left my
Life
to
Ease
my
Pain
but
I磍l
Never
Find
that
Clean-
-Sing
Rain
Step by step hate controls
Every heart, every soul
Every gun pointed at
Those we paint as Enemies
We provide what they need
To let the game proceed
Stuck in machines somewhere
We build the cross they bear
Arm to solve, kill to save
God, I磛e felt how it smells
"My land磗 my home" - we磖e blind
I磎 sick of the blood I find
Step by step, greed controls
Every heart, every soul
Arm to kill, kill to live
God, how could I believe?