Song | We Are Your Enemy |
Artist | Dying Fetus |
Album | Killing on Adrenaline |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Netherton | |
die rust, and rot away, this last war doesn't have a name | |
a cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world | |
not one left in peace, a policy of manditory greed | |
eats its way across this nation built on lies | |
post-modern slaves, | |
we don't give a fuck so long as money made | |
buy, sell, believe, three words are just what you need | |
at birth we're hooked for life, soul-less selfish power-fight | |
last hope fades, chaos starts to... multiply | |
a paradox of fucking hate, and lies, | |
is nothing real at all? sell the dream, | |
competition is a way, of life, are you for sale, or me? | |
pain for price, commodified we are the last | |
device, its all the fucking same | |
world devolved, emotions are they dying gasp | |
dissolved, its just a rotting faith... | |
blind we sleepwalk into history | |
victims of the first world sodom | |
the fire burns inside, we've left the past for dead, | |
let's spread the wealth among us and kill the rich instead, | |
their broken crosses falling, no longer on our knees | |
our revolution stroming, from sea to bloody sea |
zuo qu : Netherton | |
die rust, and rot away, this last war doesn' t have a name | |
a cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world | |
not one left in peace, a policy of manditory greed | |
eats its way across this nation built on lies | |
postmodern slaves, | |
we don' t give a fuck so long as money made | |
buy, sell, believe, three words are just what you need | |
at birth we' re hooked for life, soulless selfish powerfight | |
last hope fades, chaos starts to... multiply | |
a paradox of fucking hate, and lies, | |
is nothing real at all? sell the dream, | |
competition is a way, of life, are you for sale, or me? | |
pain for price, commodified we are the last | |
device, its all the fucking same | |
world devolved, emotions are they dying gasp | |
dissolved, its just a rotting faith... | |
blind we sleepwalk into history | |
victims of the first world sodom | |
the fire burns inside, we' ve left the past for dead, | |
let' s spread the wealth among us and kill the rich instead, | |
their broken crosses falling, no longer on our knees | |
our revolution stroming, from sea to bloody sea |
zuò qǔ : Netherton | |
die rust, and rot away, this last war doesn' t have a name | |
a cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world | |
not one left in peace, a policy of manditory greed | |
eats its way across this nation built on lies | |
postmodern slaves, | |
we don' t give a fuck so long as money made | |
buy, sell, believe, three words are just what you need | |
at birth we' re hooked for life, soulless selfish powerfight | |
last hope fades, chaos starts to... multiply | |
a paradox of fucking hate, and lies, | |
is nothing real at all? sell the dream, | |
competition is a way, of life, are you for sale, or me? | |
pain for price, commodified we are the last | |
device, its all the fucking same | |
world devolved, emotions are they dying gasp | |
dissolved, its just a rotting faith... | |
blind we sleepwalk into history | |
victims of the first world sodom | |
the fire burns inside, we' ve left the past for dead, | |
let' s spread the wealth among us and kill the rich instead, | |
their broken crosses falling, no longer on our knees | |
our revolution stroming, from sea to bloody sea |