Song | Rebellion In Nightmareland |
Artist | Sonic Syndicate |
Album | Burn This City |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You think you can shield your heart from me? | |
The dots connected and now I see | |
How I regret we shared fruit from the forbidden tree | |
I was entertained to a degree | |
But now you have your hooks too deep in me | |
In this post-love world, there's only one set of rules: | |
It’s hunt or be hunted | |
Evacuate your mind | |
Roll out your barbed wire | |
Around your bruised heart | |
Even if you play the same game | |
Her sleight of hands is better than yours | |
You better save yourself | |
While there’s something left to save | |
THE ONLY DREAM WE EVER SHARED WAS A NIGHTMARE | |
THE ONLY BEING YOU EVER CARED ABOUT WAS YOURSELF | |
THIS WAR WAS LOST BEFORE IT BEGAN | |
I'LL PULL MY FAILSAFE, LAUNCH MY PLAN | |
AND ONCE THE DUST SETTLES | |
YOU WISH YOU WOULD BE… | |
The beholder's gaze is fixed on me | |
My spells got worthless and won’t set me free | |
Beam me up, God, because I can’t fend off my enemy | |
Save me, the body count, from your killing spree | |
I doubt I was the first to see | |
That this vixen was manufactured in hell | |
Far away, far away | |
You made the swing with your unstoppable force | |
And I parried with my immovable object | |
My ultimate strength | |
Is not that I’m stronger than you | |
It’s that I got the ability to outlast you | |
It's game over | |
When your conscience comes | |
It's game over | |
Kicking down your door | |
It's game over | |
You are forced out | |
It's game over | |
In the stabbing rain |
You think you can shield your heart from me? | |
The dots connected and now I see | |
How I regret we shared fruit from the forbidden tree | |
I was entertained to a degree | |
But now you have your hooks too deep in me | |
In this postlove world, there' s only one set of rules: | |
It' s hunt or be hunted | |
Evacuate your mind | |
Roll out your barbed wire | |
Around your bruised heart | |
Even if you play the same game | |
Her sleight of hands is better than yours | |
You better save yourself | |
While there' s something left to save | |
THE ONLY DREAM WE EVER SHARED WAS A NIGHTMARE | |
THE ONLY BEING YOU EVER CARED ABOUT WAS YOURSELF | |
THIS WAR WAS LOST BEFORE IT BEGAN | |
I' LL PULL MY FAILSAFE, LAUNCH MY PLAN | |
AND ONCE THE DUST SETTLES | |
YOU WISH YOU WOULD BE | |
The beholder' s gaze is fixed on me | |
My spells got worthless and won' t set me free | |
Beam me up, God, because I can' t fend off my enemy | |
Save me, the body count, from your killing spree | |
I doubt I was the first to see | |
That this vixen was manufactured in hell | |
Far away, far away | |
You made the swing with your unstoppable force | |
And I parried with my immovable object | |
My ultimate strength | |
Is not that I' m stronger than you | |
It' s that I got the ability to outlast you | |
It' s game over | |
When your conscience comes | |
It' s game over | |
Kicking down your door | |
It' s game over | |
You are forced out | |
It' s game over | |
In the stabbing rain |
You think you can shield your heart from me? | |
The dots connected and now I see | |
How I regret we shared fruit from the forbidden tree | |
I was entertained to a degree | |
But now you have your hooks too deep in me | |
In this postlove world, there' s only one set of rules: | |
It' s hunt or be hunted | |
Evacuate your mind | |
Roll out your barbed wire | |
Around your bruised heart | |
Even if you play the same game | |
Her sleight of hands is better than yours | |
You better save yourself | |
While there' s something left to save | |
THE ONLY DREAM WE EVER SHARED WAS A NIGHTMARE | |
THE ONLY BEING YOU EVER CARED ABOUT WAS YOURSELF | |
THIS WAR WAS LOST BEFORE IT BEGAN | |
I' LL PULL MY FAILSAFE, LAUNCH MY PLAN | |
AND ONCE THE DUST SETTLES | |
YOU WISH YOU WOULD BE | |
The beholder' s gaze is fixed on me | |
My spells got worthless and won' t set me free | |
Beam me up, God, because I can' t fend off my enemy | |
Save me, the body count, from your killing spree | |
I doubt I was the first to see | |
That this vixen was manufactured in hell | |
Far away, far away | |
You made the swing with your unstoppable force | |
And I parried with my immovable object | |
My ultimate strength | |
Is not that I' m stronger than you | |
It' s that I got the ability to outlast you | |
It' s game over | |
When your conscience comes | |
It' s game over | |
Kicking down your door | |
It' s game over | |
You are forced out | |
It' s game over | |
In the stabbing rain |