Song | Children of Decay |
Artist | FGFC820 |
Album | Urban Audio Warfare |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Arkana, Dräcos | |
Children of Decay | |
FGFC820 | |
This is the dawning of a brand new day | |
Close your eyes, try to make it go away | |
We are what you’ve made us | |
We are hollow as ghosts | |
This is the turning of a new tide | |
We are cold, we are dead inside | |
Is that what you wanted? | |
Is this the future you planned? | |
History will never understand | |
Just how life and death can walk hand-in-hand | |
How when one man suffers we can turn away | |
But that’s all that’s left for the children of decay | |
These are the lies that we tell ourselves | |
The deep disappointment that we know so well | |
We are all that is left | |
We are marginal loss | |
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zuo qu : Arkana, Dr cos | |
Children of Decay | |
FGFC820 | |
This is the dawning of a brand new day | |
Close your eyes, try to make it go away | |
We are what you' ve made us | |
We are hollow as ghosts | |
This is the turning of a new tide | |
We are cold, we are dead inside | |
Is that what you wanted? | |
Is this the future you planned? | |
History will never understand | |
Just how life and death can walk handinhand | |
How when one man suffers we can turn away | |
But that' s all that' s left for the children of decay | |
These are the lies that we tell ourselves | |
The deep disappointment that we know so well | |
We are all that is left | |
We are marginal loss | |
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zuò qǔ : Arkana, Dr cos | |
Children of Decay | |
FGFC820 | |
This is the dawning of a brand new day | |
Close your eyes, try to make it go away | |
We are what you' ve made us | |
We are hollow as ghosts | |
This is the turning of a new tide | |
We are cold, we are dead inside | |
Is that what you wanted? | |
Is this the future you planned? | |
History will never understand | |
Just how life and death can walk handinhand | |
How when one man suffers we can turn away | |
But that' s all that' s left for the children of decay | |
These are the lies that we tell ourselves | |
The deep disappointment that we know so well | |
We are all that is left | |
We are marginal loss | |
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