| Song | Holy Hell |
| Artist | Architects |
| Album | Holy Hell |
| [00:01] | Maybe we'll never learn? |
| [00:05] | The fire at the gates is our saving grace |
| [00:10] | Remember, we were born to burn |
| [00:14] | There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves |
| [00:32] | There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves |
| [00:39] | We will be cast out of paradise |
| [00:43] | It's a long ascent out of the black |
| [00:46] | But we all have to sacrifice |
| [00:49] | Hang the iconoclast |
| [00:52] | And kiss the feet of the amnesiac |
| [00:55] | 'Cause the moment is dead when I'm lost in the past |
| [01:03] | Maybe we'll never learn? |
| [01:07] | The fire at the gates is our saving grace |
| [01:12] | Remember, we were born to burn |
| [01:16] | There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves |
| [01:23] | But now the rivers are running red |
| [01:26] | And the skies have been set ablaze |
| [01:30] | I've been fearing the worst again |
| [01:32] | Heavenly terrorist |
| [01:35] | Have you been longing over yesterday? |
| [01:39] | Don't forget to breathe when the knife begins to twist |
| [01:43] | F.u.c.k this self pity |
| [01:45] | It's not that hard to see |
| [01:48] | We get one chance |
| [01:50] | These wounds will set me free |
| [01:52] | There's poison on the key |
| [01:55] | It brings you to your knees |
| [01:57] | But even the mountains erode in the rain |
| [02:02] | A single spark can start a forest fire |
| [02:07] | Light our match and burn down the empire |
| [02:12] | There's gold buried in the blue, oh |
| [02:25] | There's gold buried in the blue |
| [02:34] | Holy Hell, I've got nothing left to lose |
| [02:43] | And I can tell there's gold buried in the blue |
| [02:53] | Maybe we'll never learn? |
| [02:56] | The fire at the gates is our saving grace |
| [03:01] | Remember, we were born to burn |
| [03:05] | There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves |
| [03:11] | Holy Hell, I've got nothing left to lose |
| [03:20] | And I can tell there's gold buried in the blue |
| [03:29] | But even the mountains erode in the rain |
| [03:43] | A single spark can start a forest fire |
| [03:47] | Light our match and burn down the empire |
| [03:52] | There's gold buried in the blue, oh |
| [03:57] | There's gold buried in the blue |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Dan Searle-Desbiens |
| [00:01] | Maybe we' ll never learn? |
| [00:05] | The fire at the gates is our saving grace |
| [00:10] | Remember, we were born to burn |
| [00:14] | There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves |
| [00:32] | There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves |
| [00:39] | We will be cast out of paradise |
| [00:43] | It' s a long ascent out of the black |
| [00:46] | But we all have to sacrifice |
| [00:49] | Hang the iconoclast |
| [00:52] | And kiss the feet of the amnesiac |
| [00:55] | ' Cause the moment is dead when I' m lost in the past |
| [01:03] | Maybe we' ll never learn? |
| [01:07] | The fire at the gates is our saving grace |
| [01:12] | Remember, we were born to burn |
| [01:16] | There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves |
| [01:23] | But now the rivers are running red |
| [01:26] | And the skies have been set ablaze |
| [01:30] | I' ve been fearing the worst again |
| [01:32] | Heavenly terrorist |
| [01:35] | Have you been longing over yesterday? |
| [01:39] | Don' t forget to breathe when the knife begins to twist |
| [01:43] | F. u. c. k this self pity |
| [01:45] | It' s not that hard to see |
| [01:48] | We get one chance |
| [01:50] | These wounds will set me free |
| [01:52] | There' s poison on the key |
| [01:55] | It brings you to your knees |
| [01:57] | But even the mountains erode in the rain |
| [02:02] | A single spark can start a forest fire |
| [02:07] | Light our match and burn down the empire |
| [02:12] | There' s gold buried in the blue, oh |
| [02:25] | There' s gold buried in the blue |
| [02:34] | Holy Hell, I' ve got nothing left to lose |
| [02:43] | And I can tell there' s gold buried in the blue |
| [02:53] | Maybe we' ll never learn? |
| [02:56] | The fire at the gates is our saving grace |
| [03:01] | Remember, we were born to burn |
| [03:05] | There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves |
| [03:11] | Holy Hell, I' ve got nothing left to lose |
| [03:20] | And I can tell there' s gold buried in the blue |
| [03:29] | But even the mountains erode in the rain |
| [03:43] | A single spark can start a forest fire |
| [03:47] | Light our match and burn down the empire |
| [03:52] | There' s gold buried in the blue, oh |
| [03:57] | There' s gold buried in the blue |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Dan SearleDesbiens |