Song | Brown Noise |
Artist | The Acacia Strain |
Album | The Most Known Unknown |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This is chaos theory simplified and stretched out before a jury. | |
No warning has been issued. | |
No compliments have been wholesomely handed out. | |
The time hasn’t been used up until it burns. | |
Fear the wounded for they walk the earth stronger. | |
Destroy the loathsome for they only weaken the machine. | |
Running the tightrope until the rope runs out. | |
Run it all into the ground then rebuild. | |
The constructs on the boundaries we’ve been given are unfair. | |
And mother earth doesn’t love you. | |
Our remorse has gone far beyond forgiveness. | |
Until the rope runs out. | |
Run it all into the ground. | |
For when in | |
Rome we shall do as the | |
Romans. |
This is chaos theory simplified and stretched out before a jury. | |
No warning has been issued. | |
No compliments have been wholesomely handed out. | |
The time hasn' t been used up until it burns. | |
Fear the wounded for they walk the earth stronger. | |
Destroy the loathsome for they only weaken the machine. | |
Running the tightrope until the rope runs out. | |
Run it all into the ground then rebuild. | |
The constructs on the boundaries we' ve been given are unfair. | |
And mother earth doesn' t love you. | |
Our remorse has gone far beyond forgiveness. | |
Until the rope runs out. | |
Run it all into the ground. | |
For when in | |
Rome we shall do as the | |
Romans. |
This is chaos theory simplified and stretched out before a jury. | |
No warning has been issued. | |
No compliments have been wholesomely handed out. | |
The time hasn' t been used up until it burns. | |
Fear the wounded for they walk the earth stronger. | |
Destroy the loathsome for they only weaken the machine. | |
Running the tightrope until the rope runs out. | |
Run it all into the ground then rebuild. | |
The constructs on the boundaries we' ve been given are unfair. | |
And mother earth doesn' t love you. | |
Our remorse has gone far beyond forgiveness. | |
Until the rope runs out. | |
Run it all into the ground. | |
For when in | |
Rome we shall do as the | |
Romans. |