| Song | The Ruins |
| Artist | Juga-Naut |
| Artist | Giallo Point |
| Album | Back to the Grill Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas Higgins | |
| 作曲 : Barrie Dixon | |
| I stay private, let my guard down and fall in love | |
| Sex, pain, happiness and all the above | |
| Call my bluff, never too tough, people do stuff | |
| New stuff, people make mistakes,people screw stuff | |
| Things you cant imagine that they would ever | |
| Do stuff, everyday days different, | |
| Hold a grudge or renew stuff | |
| Loose stuff, never be the same, take my last Name | |
| Or take away the pain with a blast the brain | |
| Blast of with the blast of the cane...raspy like Kokone.. mastered my craft like the wrath of Kane | |
| Masterbate or take a chance on a dinner dance | |
| Dance with death, what’s left we can give a chance | |
| The river runs dry we when deny change... | |
| lie, hate, sleep, cry we all find ways | |
| Reminisce on better days, while we set the stage, Set traps, we all fall flat so protect your face | |
| The carnage of the human mind, the human form will make a sane Brain storm when your doing fine | |
| Discover wine, uncover your deeps depths, today ain’t promised, but we act like there’s weeks left, | |
| There all standing on the right but we keep left | |
| More road blocks, more problems to speed test | |
| A weak nest is a weakness, you need a strong foundation, so there’s more comfort for the sweet creatures | |
| I’m paying bills of features, burning of the leeches | |
| Learning of the streets, learning of the teachers, | |
| You ain’t taught to deal with emotions, | |
| You ain’t Taught, that the human thought | |
| is the biggest ocean | |
| You ain’t taught rest, you ain’t taught to sleep right | |
| You just taught to fight, stay hype and be the best | |
| We’re just taught if she’s wearing a dress, that’s she can’t tell you shit, with that’s shit, we can never win | |
| Lies that were fed to us..... | |
| The truths dead to us... you made your sleep in it | |
| I sift through the ruins, bare hands | |
| Dead pan, I sift through the ruins |
| zuo ci : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuo qu : Barrie Dixon | |
| I stay private, let my guard down and fall in love | |
| Sex, pain, happiness and all the above | |
| Call my bluff, never too tough, people do stuff | |
| New stuff, people make mistakes, people screw stuff | |
| Things you cant imagine that they would ever | |
| Do stuff, everyday days different, | |
| Hold a grudge or renew stuff | |
| Loose stuff, never be the same, take my last Name | |
| Or take away the pain with a blast the brain | |
| Blast of with the blast of the cane... raspy like Kokone.. mastered my craft like the wrath of Kane | |
| Masterbate or take a chance on a dinner dance | |
| Dance with death, what' s left we can give a chance | |
| The river runs dry we when deny change... | |
| lie, hate, sleep, cry we all find ways | |
| Reminisce on better days, while we set the stage, Set traps, we all fall flat so protect your face | |
| The carnage of the human mind, the human form will make a sane Brain storm when your doing fine | |
| Discover wine, uncover your deeps depths, today ain' t promised, but we act like there' s weeks left, | |
| There all standing on the right but we keep left | |
| More road blocks, more problems to speed test | |
| A weak nest is a weakness, you need a strong foundation, so there' s more comfort for the sweet creatures | |
| I' m paying bills of features, burning of the leeches | |
| Learning of the streets, learning of the teachers, | |
| You ain' t taught to deal with emotions, | |
| You ain' t Taught, that the human thought | |
| is the biggest ocean | |
| You ain' t taught rest, you ain' t taught to sleep right | |
| You just taught to fight, stay hype and be the best | |
| We' re just taught if she' s wearing a dress, that' s she can' t tell you shit, with that' s shit, we can never win | |
| Lies that were fed to us..... | |
| The truths dead to us... you made your sleep in it | |
| I sift through the ruins, bare hands | |
| Dead pan, I sift through the ruins |
| zuò cí : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuò qǔ : Barrie Dixon | |
| I stay private, let my guard down and fall in love | |
| Sex, pain, happiness and all the above | |
| Call my bluff, never too tough, people do stuff | |
| New stuff, people make mistakes, people screw stuff | |
| Things you cant imagine that they would ever | |
| Do stuff, everyday days different, | |
| Hold a grudge or renew stuff | |
| Loose stuff, never be the same, take my last Name | |
| Or take away the pain with a blast the brain | |
| Blast of with the blast of the cane... raspy like Kokone.. mastered my craft like the wrath of Kane | |
| Masterbate or take a chance on a dinner dance | |
| Dance with death, what' s left we can give a chance | |
| The river runs dry we when deny change... | |
| lie, hate, sleep, cry we all find ways | |
| Reminisce on better days, while we set the stage, Set traps, we all fall flat so protect your face | |
| The carnage of the human mind, the human form will make a sane Brain storm when your doing fine | |
| Discover wine, uncover your deeps depths, today ain' t promised, but we act like there' s weeks left, | |
| There all standing on the right but we keep left | |
| More road blocks, more problems to speed test | |
| A weak nest is a weakness, you need a strong foundation, so there' s more comfort for the sweet creatures | |
| I' m paying bills of features, burning of the leeches | |
| Learning of the streets, learning of the teachers, | |
| You ain' t taught to deal with emotions, | |
| You ain' t Taught, that the human thought | |
| is the biggest ocean | |
| You ain' t taught rest, you ain' t taught to sleep right | |
| You just taught to fight, stay hype and be the best | |
| We' re just taught if she' s wearing a dress, that' s she can' t tell you shit, with that' s shit, we can never win | |
| Lies that were fed to us..... | |
| The truths dead to us... you made your sleep in it | |
| I sift through the ruins, bare hands | |
| Dead pan, I sift through the ruins |