Song | Short For Show |
Artist | From Autumn to Ashes |
Album | Abandon Your Friends |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cox, From Autumn To Ashes ... | |
I'm not here to discount | |
The opiate of masses | |
But I've learned so much more | |
Attend lectures and classes | |
Through verbal dissection | |
Ideas are in suspension | |
We crash like criminals | |
In bed with loss prevention | |
We move when they say | |
And beg for shit that we | |
Will never ever need | |
So keep the receipt | |
We've become the children | |
Of paralyzed ambition | |
A fraction less human | |
Dining in modern kitchens | |
Prepackaged warmth with a | |
Touch of your personal flair | |
Arrested emotion | |
Wax poets with a cold stare | |
Don't you | |
Try to tell me | |
The your life | |
Feels empty |
zuo qu : Cox, From Autumn To Ashes ... | |
I' m not here to discount | |
The opiate of masses | |
But I' ve learned so much more | |
Attend lectures and classes | |
Through verbal dissection | |
Ideas are in suspension | |
We crash like criminals | |
In bed with loss prevention | |
We move when they say | |
And beg for shit that we | |
Will never ever need | |
So keep the receipt | |
We' ve become the children | |
Of paralyzed ambition | |
A fraction less human | |
Dining in modern kitchens | |
Prepackaged warmth with a | |
Touch of your personal flair | |
Arrested emotion | |
Wax poets with a cold stare | |
Don' t you | |
Try to tell me | |
The your life | |
Feels empty |
zuò qǔ : Cox, From Autumn To Ashes ... | |
I' m not here to discount | |
The opiate of masses | |
But I' ve learned so much more | |
Attend lectures and classes | |
Through verbal dissection | |
Ideas are in suspension | |
We crash like criminals | |
In bed with loss prevention | |
We move when they say | |
And beg for shit that we | |
Will never ever need | |
So keep the receipt | |
We' ve become the children | |
Of paralyzed ambition | |
A fraction less human | |
Dining in modern kitchens | |
Prepackaged warmth with a | |
Touch of your personal flair | |
Arrested emotion | |
Wax poets with a cold stare | |
Don' t you | |
Try to tell me | |
The your life | |
Feels empty |