Song | Trample the Weak, Hurdle the Dead |
Artist | Skinless |
Album | Trample the Weak, Hurdle the Dead |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carpenter, Keyser | |
Released into the atmosphere | |
The sky is rotten left | |
Choke on the isolation | |
Infection reflected | |
Symbols of diplomacy are signs of weakness from above | |
Instants time a thousand cultures turned to dust | |
Horizon strewn with unmarked graves, a solace reached in self exile | |
Luxuries of the depraved are all left to rot | |
A lapse of bitter freedom | |
With immortality impaired | |
Picked clean by innovation and despair | |
Afflicted cities erased from time | |
Nerve gas caresses exposed skin | |
Omens in tank tread impressions | |
Intentional conflict was kindled | |
Without insult or injury | |
To cull this human flood | |
All you have to do is breathe | |
The solution is faultless | |
A truth upon which we can all agree | |
Trample the weak | |
Hurdle the dead | |
Released into the atmosphere | |
The sky is rotten left | |
Choke on the isolation | |
Infection reflected |
zuo qu : Carpenter, Keyser | |
Released into the atmosphere | |
The sky is rotten left | |
Choke on the isolation | |
Infection reflected | |
Symbols of diplomacy are signs of weakness from above | |
Instants time a thousand cultures turned to dust | |
Horizon strewn with unmarked graves, a solace reached in self exile | |
Luxuries of the depraved are all left to rot | |
A lapse of bitter freedom | |
With immortality impaired | |
Picked clean by innovation and despair | |
Afflicted cities erased from time | |
Nerve gas caresses exposed skin | |
Omens in tank tread impressions | |
Intentional conflict was kindled | |
Without insult or injury | |
To cull this human flood | |
All you have to do is breathe | |
The solution is faultless | |
A truth upon which we can all agree | |
Trample the weak | |
Hurdle the dead | |
Released into the atmosphere | |
The sky is rotten left | |
Choke on the isolation | |
Infection reflected |
zuò qǔ : Carpenter, Keyser | |
Released into the atmosphere | |
The sky is rotten left | |
Choke on the isolation | |
Infection reflected | |
Symbols of diplomacy are signs of weakness from above | |
Instants time a thousand cultures turned to dust | |
Horizon strewn with unmarked graves, a solace reached in self exile | |
Luxuries of the depraved are all left to rot | |
A lapse of bitter freedom | |
With immortality impaired | |
Picked clean by innovation and despair | |
Afflicted cities erased from time | |
Nerve gas caresses exposed skin | |
Omens in tank tread impressions | |
Intentional conflict was kindled | |
Without insult or injury | |
To cull this human flood | |
All you have to do is breathe | |
The solution is faultless | |
A truth upon which we can all agree | |
Trample the weak | |
Hurdle the dead | |
Released into the atmosphere | |
The sky is rotten left | |
Choke on the isolation | |
Infection reflected |