| Song | Scenotaph |
| Artist | Emanuel |
| Album | Black Earth Tiger |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Emanuel | |
| Landlocked, its Saturday night at the end of the world. | |
| And there's a pharmacy in my pocket, | |
| And I've had my eye on you since the tide got low. (You're so obvious) | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And **** the world, | |
| This is war. (Yeah) | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you're a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| Silence, the sky is an ocean, were being swept out. | |
| My arms reaching up to the drowned, | |
| We are a monument in this twilight now. (Let's get underground) | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And **** the world, | |
| This is war. (Yeah) | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you're a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| A godless, | |
| Rapture, | |
| Is coming. | |
| Save yourself. | |
| The sun burns out, sky goes black like curtains drawn. | |
| Will you say your vows, | |
| Take a bow as the breath slips out between your lips | |
| I can't stand.... | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And **** the world, | |
| This is war. (Yeah) | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you're a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| A godless, | |
| Rapture, | |
| Is coming. | |
| Save yourself. |
| zuo qu : Emanuel | |
| Landlocked, its Saturday night at the end of the world. | |
| And there' s a pharmacy in my pocket, | |
| And I' ve had my eye on you since the tide got low. You' re so obvious | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And the world, | |
| This is war. Yeah | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you' re a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| Silence, the sky is an ocean, were being swept out. | |
| My arms reaching up to the drowned, | |
| We are a monument in this twilight now. Let' s get underground | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And the world, | |
| This is war. Yeah | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you' re a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| A godless, | |
| Rapture, | |
| Is coming. | |
| Save yourself. | |
| The sun burns out, sky goes black like curtains drawn. | |
| Will you say your vows, | |
| Take a bow as the breath slips out between your lips | |
| I can' t stand.... | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And the world, | |
| This is war. Yeah | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you' re a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| A godless, | |
| Rapture, | |
| Is coming. | |
| Save yourself. |
| zuò qǔ : Emanuel | |
| Landlocked, its Saturday night at the end of the world. | |
| And there' s a pharmacy in my pocket, | |
| And I' ve had my eye on you since the tide got low. You' re so obvious | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And the world, | |
| This is war. Yeah | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you' re a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| Silence, the sky is an ocean, were being swept out. | |
| My arms reaching up to the drowned, | |
| We are a monument in this twilight now. Let' s get underground | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And the world, | |
| This is war. Yeah | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you' re a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| A godless, | |
| Rapture, | |
| Is coming. | |
| Save yourself. | |
| The sun burns out, sky goes black like curtains drawn. | |
| Will you say your vows, | |
| Take a bow as the breath slips out between your lips | |
| I can' t stand.... | |
| Spread your legs, | |
| And the world, | |
| This is war. Yeah | |
| This towns a virus, | |
| And you' re a whore, | |
| We are war. | |
| A godless, | |
| Rapture, | |
| Is coming. | |
| Save yourself. |