Song | Roboturner |
Artist | Between the Buried and Me |
Album | Alaska |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Between The Buried ... | |
Crush us | |
Over and over again | |
The years have come to this | |
An improper art form | |
Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
Robots crush | |
Death of human-music | |
Bright lights fill the sky | |
Track us through our fields of money | |
The old days seem shit and primitive | |
Abduction | |
Control | |
You write for me | |
Oh, master | |
Master of the machines | |
Take this shit and make it gold | |
Make my face sparkle with fame | |
Master of the machines | |
**** them hard and neglect their thoughts | |
They will never see us coming | |
No more human voice | |
No more human actions | |
Imperfect ****s stand in the dark | |
Crush us | |
Over and over again | |
The years have come to this | |
An improper art form | |
Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
Robots crush | |
Death of human-music | |
Counteract the idea of control | |
Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful | |
Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony | |
This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again | |
But will we ever realize | |
A situation so far dead | |
Make this a war | |
Blood fills the sky | |
Drop the deadly dive-bomb | |
The end of this outside life | |
We will find art again |
zuo qu : Between The Buried ... | |
Crush us | |
Over and over again | |
The years have come to this | |
An improper art form | |
Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
Robots crush | |
Death of humanmusic | |
Bright lights fill the sky | |
Track us through our fields of money | |
The old days seem shit and primitive | |
Abduction | |
Control | |
You write for me | |
Oh, master | |
Master of the machines | |
Take this shit and make it gold | |
Make my face sparkle with fame | |
Master of the machines | |
them hard and neglect their thoughts | |
They will never see us coming | |
No more human voice | |
No more human actions | |
Imperfect s stand in the dark | |
Crush us | |
Over and over again | |
The years have come to this | |
An improper art form | |
Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
Robots crush | |
Death of humanmusic | |
Counteract the idea of control | |
Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful | |
Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony | |
This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again | |
But will we ever realize | |
A situation so far dead | |
Make this a war | |
Blood fills the sky | |
Drop the deadly divebomb | |
The end of this outside life | |
We will find art again |
zuò qǔ : Between The Buried ... | |
Crush us | |
Over and over again | |
The years have come to this | |
An improper art form | |
Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
Robots crush | |
Death of humanmusic | |
Bright lights fill the sky | |
Track us through our fields of money | |
The old days seem shit and primitive | |
Abduction | |
Control | |
You write for me | |
Oh, master | |
Master of the machines | |
Take this shit and make it gold | |
Make my face sparkle with fame | |
Master of the machines | |
them hard and neglect their thoughts | |
They will never see us coming | |
No more human voice | |
No more human actions | |
Imperfect s stand in the dark | |
Crush us | |
Over and over again | |
The years have come to this | |
An improper art form | |
Faking our own thoughts and sounds | |
Robots crush | |
Death of humanmusic | |
Counteract the idea of control | |
Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful | |
Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony | |
This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again | |
But will we ever realize | |
A situation so far dead | |
Make this a war | |
Blood fills the sky | |
Drop the deadly divebomb | |
The end of this outside life | |
We will find art again |