| Song | War Dream |
| Artist | Dismantled |
| Album | Breed To Death |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Zon | |
| Lately I have been noticing | |
| That this other life | |
| Does not revolve around | |
| A silly war dream | |
| I have been | |
| Living underneath | |
| And everything I'm meant to hear | |
| Is not making sense anymore | |
| Get up on me | |
| Get down on me | |
| I know you'll never claim me | |
| All these years | |
| Spent internally | |
| Trapped under the wheels | |
| Which would only spin | |
| For the outside's needs | |
| All so indiscreet | |
| And then supposedly | |
| All fell incomplete | |
| I began to breathe | |
| And then the grid fell in | |
| So now the patience leaks | |
| Time to switch the film | |
| Capture a brand new scene | |
| But now they start to sneer | |
| So it's about time I warned | |
| The disinterested: | |
| Get up on me | |
| Get down on me | |
| I know you'll never claim me | |
| But all that flesh | |
| Rips through like a shockwave | |
| The flash of eyes | |
| Brighter than a nuclear sunrise | |
| You always had to be artificial | |
| You always had to shine your floodlights past me | |
| I am not all I'm supposed to be | |
| In fact I'm under the impression that they all agree | |
| But yet they keep it sealed | |
| Underneath their grins | |
| Until I wander past | |
| Dragging this insecurity | |
| But all they want to see | |
| Is a pretentious glee | |
| And that's quite fine by me | |
| Whatever helps it spin | |
| It's just a script, you see | |
| That functions independently | |
| Of one's unique identity | |
| Promptly spit out by the social grid | |
| Was that too much to take in? | |
| This should be easier: | |
| Get off of me | |
| I know you'll never claim me | |
| But all that flesh | |
| Rips through like a shockwave | |
| The flash of eyes | |
| Brighter than an nuclear sunrise | |
| And I just wish I was artificial | |
| So I could reach out and mute | |
| This swollen silence | |
| Just step aside | |
| Let it all slide | |
| You are the outside |
| zuo qu : Zon | |
| Lately I have been noticing | |
| That this other life | |
| Does not revolve around | |
| A silly war dream | |
| I have been | |
| Living underneath | |
| And everything I' m meant to hear | |
| Is not making sense anymore | |
| Get up on me | |
| Get down on me | |
| I know you' ll never claim me | |
| All these years | |
| Spent internally | |
| Trapped under the wheels | |
| Which would only spin | |
| For the outside' s needs | |
| All so indiscreet | |
| And then supposedly | |
| All fell incomplete | |
| I began to breathe | |
| And then the grid fell in | |
| So now the patience leaks | |
| Time to switch the film | |
| Capture a brand new scene | |
| But now they start to sneer | |
| So it' s about time I warned | |
| The disinterested: | |
| Get up on me | |
| Get down on me | |
| I know you' ll never claim me | |
| But all that flesh | |
| Rips through like a shockwave | |
| The flash of eyes | |
| Brighter than a nuclear sunrise | |
| You always had to be artificial | |
| You always had to shine your floodlights past me | |
| I am not all I' m supposed to be | |
| In fact I' m under the impression that they all agree | |
| But yet they keep it sealed | |
| Underneath their grins | |
| Until I wander past | |
| Dragging this insecurity | |
| But all they want to see | |
| Is a pretentious glee | |
| And that' s quite fine by me | |
| Whatever helps it spin | |
| It' s just a script, you see | |
| That functions independently | |
| Of one' s unique identity | |
| Promptly spit out by the social grid | |
| Was that too much to take in? | |
| This should be easier: | |
| Get off of me | |
| I know you' ll never claim me | |
| But all that flesh | |
| Rips through like a shockwave | |
| The flash of eyes | |
| Brighter than an nuclear sunrise | |
| And I just wish I was artificial | |
| So I could reach out and mute | |
| This swollen silence | |
| Just step aside | |
| Let it all slide | |
| You are the outside |
| zuò qǔ : Zon | |
| Lately I have been noticing | |
| That this other life | |
| Does not revolve around | |
| A silly war dream | |
| I have been | |
| Living underneath | |
| And everything I' m meant to hear | |
| Is not making sense anymore | |
| Get up on me | |
| Get down on me | |
| I know you' ll never claim me | |
| All these years | |
| Spent internally | |
| Trapped under the wheels | |
| Which would only spin | |
| For the outside' s needs | |
| All so indiscreet | |
| And then supposedly | |
| All fell incomplete | |
| I began to breathe | |
| And then the grid fell in | |
| So now the patience leaks | |
| Time to switch the film | |
| Capture a brand new scene | |
| But now they start to sneer | |
| So it' s about time I warned | |
| The disinterested: | |
| Get up on me | |
| Get down on me | |
| I know you' ll never claim me | |
| But all that flesh | |
| Rips through like a shockwave | |
| The flash of eyes | |
| Brighter than a nuclear sunrise | |
| You always had to be artificial | |
| You always had to shine your floodlights past me | |
| I am not all I' m supposed to be | |
| In fact I' m under the impression that they all agree | |
| But yet they keep it sealed | |
| Underneath their grins | |
| Until I wander past | |
| Dragging this insecurity | |
| But all they want to see | |
| Is a pretentious glee | |
| And that' s quite fine by me | |
| Whatever helps it spin | |
| It' s just a script, you see | |
| That functions independently | |
| Of one' s unique identity | |
| Promptly spit out by the social grid | |
| Was that too much to take in? | |
| This should be easier: | |
| Get off of me | |
| I know you' ll never claim me | |
| But all that flesh | |
| Rips through like a shockwave | |
| The flash of eyes | |
| Brighter than an nuclear sunrise | |
| And I just wish I was artificial | |
| So I could reach out and mute | |
| This swollen silence | |
| Just step aside | |
| Let it all slide | |
| You are the outside |