| 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 |