Song | Set In Motion |
Artist | Misery Signals |
Album | Controller |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Misery Signals | |
Our fears ring true | |
We're on a march towards the end | |
Cover my eyes | |
But I still hear the deafening drums of war | |
Onward every twisted spoke | |
Let's make history | |
Let's make history stop | |
When there's nothing left | |
We'll be fed our father's dreams | |
And I find every time I face this skyline | |
I picture it in ruins | |
It's not going to stop | |
Our fears ring true | |
We are numbered with the dead | |
When I finally come apart | |
Every piece will melt holes into the streets | |
Onward every twisted spoke | |
Let's make history | |
Let's make history stop | |
When there's nothing left | |
We'll be fed our father's dreams | |
We can't let it happen like this | |
Burn it down | |
Burn it to the ****ing ground | |
It's not going to stop |
zuo qu : Misery Signals | |
Our fears ring true | |
We' re on a march towards the end | |
Cover my eyes | |
But I still hear the deafening drums of war | |
Onward every twisted spoke | |
Let' s make history | |
Let' s make history stop | |
When there' s nothing left | |
We' ll be fed our father' s dreams | |
And I find every time I face this skyline | |
I picture it in ruins | |
It' s not going to stop | |
Our fears ring true | |
We are numbered with the dead | |
When I finally come apart | |
Every piece will melt holes into the streets | |
Onward every twisted spoke | |
Let' s make history | |
Let' s make history stop | |
When there' s nothing left | |
We' ll be fed our father' s dreams | |
We can' t let it happen like this | |
Burn it down | |
Burn it to the ing ground | |
It' s not going to stop |
zuò qǔ : Misery Signals | |
Our fears ring true | |
We' re on a march towards the end | |
Cover my eyes | |
But I still hear the deafening drums of war | |
Onward every twisted spoke | |
Let' s make history | |
Let' s make history stop | |
When there' s nothing left | |
We' ll be fed our father' s dreams | |
And I find every time I face this skyline | |
I picture it in ruins | |
It' s not going to stop | |
Our fears ring true | |
We are numbered with the dead | |
When I finally come apart | |
Every piece will melt holes into the streets | |
Onward every twisted spoke | |
Let' s make history | |
Let' s make history stop | |
When there' s nothing left | |
We' ll be fed our father' s dreams | |
We can' t let it happen like this | |
Burn it down | |
Burn it to the ing ground | |
It' s not going to stop |