National Breakdown Lyrics
| Song | National Breakdown |
| Artist | The Stranded |
| Album | Survivalism Boulevard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Blood-red ribbons, candymen and methadone | |
| Allure suspicious wails, here comes the chant of drones | |
| Cross the stars I’m drunk with radiation | |
| And all I need to see is just the bitter conclusion | |
| What if the world’s nothing more than a lie | |
| An holographic pool in which we wallow blind | |
| What if reality’s nothing more than an obsession | |
| Of a sick eerie fuck on the verge of submission | |
| What do you see? | |
| What do you feel? | |
| Raise your head | |
| Now the celebration has begun | |
| What do you want? | |
| What do you breed? | |
| Slash your flesh | |
| Now the celebration has begun | |
| Liquid grins, glassy eyes, plastic bones | |
| An army of fools in shiny uniforms | |
| The monster parade goes on through the night | |
| An horde on a leash, mass mental suicide | |
| What’s the world, only jewels and blood? | |
| An endomorphic state in which we grow cold | |
| Fed with lies till the end of duration | |
| I refuse to take part in your sick celebration | |
| Blind to reality spinning backwards | |
| Force-fed with lies from the day we are born |
| Bloodred ribbons, candymen and methadone | |
| Allure suspicious wails, here comes the chant of drones | |
| Cross the stars I' m drunk with radiation | |
| And all I need to see is just the bitter conclusion | |
| What if the world' s nothing more than a lie | |
| An holographic pool in which we wallow blind | |
| What if reality' s nothing more than an obsession | |
| Of a sick eerie fuck on the verge of submission | |
| What do you see? | |
| What do you feel? | |
| Raise your head | |
| Now the celebration has begun | |
| What do you want? | |
| What do you breed? | |
| Slash your flesh | |
| Now the celebration has begun | |
| Liquid grins, glassy eyes, plastic bones | |
| An army of fools in shiny uniforms | |
| The monster parade goes on through the night | |
| An horde on a leash, mass mental suicide | |
| What' s the world, only jewels and blood? | |
| An endomorphic state in which we grow cold | |
| Fed with lies till the end of duration | |
| I refuse to take part in your sick celebration | |
| Blind to reality spinning backwards | |
| Forcefed with lies from the day we are born |
| Bloodred ribbons, candymen and methadone | |
| Allure suspicious wails, here comes the chant of drones | |
| Cross the stars I' m drunk with radiation | |
| And all I need to see is just the bitter conclusion | |
| What if the world' s nothing more than a lie | |
| An holographic pool in which we wallow blind | |
| What if reality' s nothing more than an obsession | |
| Of a sick eerie fuck on the verge of submission | |
| What do you see? | |
| What do you feel? | |
| Raise your head | |
| Now the celebration has begun | |
| What do you want? | |
| What do you breed? | |
| Slash your flesh | |
| Now the celebration has begun | |
| Liquid grins, glassy eyes, plastic bones | |
| An army of fools in shiny uniforms | |
| The monster parade goes on through the night | |
| An horde on a leash, mass mental suicide | |
| What' s the world, only jewels and blood? | |
| An endomorphic state in which we grow cold | |
| Fed with lies till the end of duration | |
| I refuse to take part in your sick celebration | |
| Blind to reality spinning backwards | |
| Forcefed with lies from the day we are born |
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