Текст песни Wicked Rumble — Pleasure To Kill
PLEASURE TO KILL
Feel it in the air, the waves of fear.
Behind your back.
Steel bird in search, it’s almost here.
And ready for attack
Roar in the sky, and hit the ground.
Twisted bodies round and round.
I put down people on the knees
Welcome to bloody feast.
I love my work - it's so much fun.
When I pull the trigger of big gun.
I cannot sleep, can’t run away.
I won’t miss them , I don't feel bad.
This is my way, this is my way.
I like to have, I like to have the robot’s head.
Run for cover, ask for help.
You have nowhere to hide.
My gun is ready, I can hear your yell.
Let there be fuckin’ light.
Roar in the sky, and hit the ground.
Twisted bodies round and round.
I put down people on the knees
Welcome to bloody feast.
I love my work - it's so much fun.
When I pull the trigger of big gun.
I cannot sleep, can’t run away.
I won’t miss them, I don't feel bad.
This is my way, this is my way.
I like to have, I like to have the robot’s head.
Feel it in the air, the waves of fear.
Behind your back.
Steel bird in search, it’s almost here.
And ready for attack
Roar in the sky, and hit the ground.
Twisted bodies round and round.
I put down people on the knees
Welcome to bloody feast.
I love my work - it's so much fun.
When I pull the trigger of big gun.
I cannot sleep, can’t run away.
I won’t miss them , I don't feel bad.
This is my way, this is my way.
I like to have, I like to have the robot’s head.
Run for cover, ask for help.
You have nowhere to hide.
My gun is ready, I can hear your yell.
Let there be fuckin’ light.
Roar in the sky, and hit the ground.
Twisted bodies round and round.
I put down people on the knees
Welcome to bloody feast.
I love my work - it's so much fun.
When I pull the trigger of big gun.
I cannot sleep, can’t run away.
I won’t miss them, I don't feel bad.
This is my way, this is my way.
I like to have, I like to have the robot’s head.
Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев
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Песня «Pleasure To Kill» группы Wicked Rumble описывает атмосферу страха и ужаса. Текст пронизан энергией агрессии и маниакальной радости убийства. Характеризуется изображением стальных птиц в воздухе, готовых к атаке, и ревом в небе, сопровождаемым кружащимися телами на земле. Автор описывает свою любовь к убийству, подчеркивая удовольствие от стрельбы из большого орудия. Он признается, что не может спать и не испытывает сожаления, подчеркивая, что это его путь. В тексте также присутствует мотив бегства и попыток укрыться, но с бесполезным результатом. Песня создает образ безжалостного убийцы, наслаждающегося своим кровавым творчеством и поощряющего атмосферу хаоса и разрушения.