| Song | The Failsafe |
| Artist | Misery Signals |
| Album | Mirrors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Misery Signals | |
| Breaking dawn will bring revenge | |
| We should know by now | |
| We're so sick | |
| It was building up and no one was watching | |
| We're running out of darkened corners to sweep the waste into | |
| In our distracted focus no one had a chance | |
| When we lined up at the edge | |
| We were open wide | |
| Like fools, waiting for a sign | |
| It was a free fall | |
| An act of desperation, our backs against the wall | |
| It was a free fall | |
| It was an act of desperation, down we go | |
| As we all went blind, like an answer to the call of our outstretched hands | |
| The hell be beckon crept inside | |
| The vultures circling overhead | |
| Starving to pick the skeletons we leave | |
| On the eve of the end | |
| As the world around us burns, the ashes shall rain | |
| Somehow we still beg | |
| Give us a sign | |
| Dawn brings revenge | |
| Patience won't mend the broken | |
| Promise of something greater | |
| The cables wrapped around out throat | |
| Tonight pitch red cast over | |
| Senses adrift, I lay me down | |
| Plague wraps its arms around me | |
| Down we go | |
| It was a free fall | |
| An act of desperation, our backs against the wall | |
| It was a free fall | |
| It was an act of desperation, down we go | |
| When we lined up at the edge | |
| We were open wide | |
| Like fools, waiting for a sign |
| zuo qu : Misery Signals | |
| Breaking dawn will bring revenge | |
| We should know by now | |
| We' re so sick | |
| It was building up and no one was watching | |
| We' re running out of darkened corners to sweep the waste into | |
| In our distracted focus no one had a chance | |
| When we lined up at the edge | |
| We were open wide | |
| Like fools, waiting for a sign | |
| It was a free fall | |
| An act of desperation, our backs against the wall | |
| It was a free fall | |
| It was an act of desperation, down we go | |
| As we all went blind, like an answer to the call of our outstretched hands | |
| The hell be beckon crept inside | |
| The vultures circling overhead | |
| Starving to pick the skeletons we leave | |
| On the eve of the end | |
| As the world around us burns, the ashes shall rain | |
| Somehow we still beg | |
| Give us a sign | |
| Dawn brings revenge | |
| Patience won' t mend the broken | |
| Promise of something greater | |
| The cables wrapped around out throat | |
| Tonight pitch red cast over | |
| Senses adrift, I lay me down | |
| Plague wraps its arms around me | |
| Down we go | |
| It was a free fall | |
| An act of desperation, our backs against the wall | |
| It was a free fall | |
| It was an act of desperation, down we go | |
| When we lined up at the edge | |
| We were open wide | |
| Like fools, waiting for a sign |
| zuò qǔ : Misery Signals | |
| Breaking dawn will bring revenge | |
| We should know by now | |
| We' re so sick | |
| It was building up and no one was watching | |
| We' re running out of darkened corners to sweep the waste into | |
| In our distracted focus no one had a chance | |
| When we lined up at the edge | |
| We were open wide | |
| Like fools, waiting for a sign | |
| It was a free fall | |
| An act of desperation, our backs against the wall | |
| It was a free fall | |
| It was an act of desperation, down we go | |
| As we all went blind, like an answer to the call of our outstretched hands | |
| The hell be beckon crept inside | |
| The vultures circling overhead | |
| Starving to pick the skeletons we leave | |
| On the eve of the end | |
| As the world around us burns, the ashes shall rain | |
| Somehow we still beg | |
| Give us a sign | |
| Dawn brings revenge | |
| Patience won' t mend the broken | |
| Promise of something greater | |
| The cables wrapped around out throat | |
| Tonight pitch red cast over | |
| Senses adrift, I lay me down | |
| Plague wraps its arms around me | |
| Down we go | |
| It was a free fall | |
| An act of desperation, our backs against the wall | |
| It was a free fall | |
| It was an act of desperation, down we go | |
| When we lined up at the edge | |
| We were open wide | |
| Like fools, waiting for a sign |