Song | Death To Traitors |
Artist | Beloved |
Album | Failure On |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Beloved | |
A line drawn in the sand | |
And we both know | |
I'm not about to bury myself | |
Sinking in my footsteps | |
But not coming up for air | |
A firm foundation of beating hearts | |
Is blistering enough on the surface | |
Closing in and holding out my breath | |
Hoping to mend the wounds | |
Opened by years of digging out | |
We fight fire with fire | |
And you'll run back to your | |
Circles of friends | |
They won't help you now | |
We drew a line in the sand | |
And this time it's now or never | |
Go ahead and burn your bridges | |
But only if you can swim | |
Deep in the sea of disbelief | |
This time your screams won't be heard | |
You will fight this battle | |
But we'll take you out so quickly | |
That you and your so-called army | |
Couldn't see us coming | |
Fight this battle | |
We'll tear you down to the ground | |
We can't stop now | |
We were born for battle | |
Without vision we will die | |
We were born for battle | |
Against the tide of compromise | |
There is life in this | |
The places so close can take you so far | |
We won't trust our eyes to keep us there |
zuo qu : Beloved | |
A line drawn in the sand | |
And we both know | |
I' m not about to bury myself | |
Sinking in my footsteps | |
But not coming up for air | |
A firm foundation of beating hearts | |
Is blistering enough on the surface | |
Closing in and holding out my breath | |
Hoping to mend the wounds | |
Opened by years of digging out | |
We fight fire with fire | |
And you' ll run back to your | |
Circles of friends | |
They won' t help you now | |
We drew a line in the sand | |
And this time it' s now or never | |
Go ahead and burn your bridges | |
But only if you can swim | |
Deep in the sea of disbelief | |
This time your screams won' t be heard | |
You will fight this battle | |
But we' ll take you out so quickly | |
That you and your socalled army | |
Couldn' t see us coming | |
Fight this battle | |
We' ll tear you down to the ground | |
We can' t stop now | |
We were born for battle | |
Without vision we will die | |
We were born for battle | |
Against the tide of compromise | |
There is life in this | |
The places so close can take you so far | |
We won' t trust our eyes to keep us there |
zuò qǔ : Beloved | |
A line drawn in the sand | |
And we both know | |
I' m not about to bury myself | |
Sinking in my footsteps | |
But not coming up for air | |
A firm foundation of beating hearts | |
Is blistering enough on the surface | |
Closing in and holding out my breath | |
Hoping to mend the wounds | |
Opened by years of digging out | |
We fight fire with fire | |
And you' ll run back to your | |
Circles of friends | |
They won' t help you now | |
We drew a line in the sand | |
And this time it' s now or never | |
Go ahead and burn your bridges | |
But only if you can swim | |
Deep in the sea of disbelief | |
This time your screams won' t be heard | |
You will fight this battle | |
But we' ll take you out so quickly | |
That you and your socalled army | |
Couldn' t see us coming | |
Fight this battle | |
We' ll tear you down to the ground | |
We can' t stop now | |
We were born for battle | |
Without vision we will die | |
We were born for battle | |
Against the tide of compromise | |
There is life in this | |
The places so close can take you so far | |
We won' t trust our eyes to keep us there |