Song | National Amnesia |
Artist | Twelve Tribes |
Album | Midwest Pandemic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Twelve Tribes | |
A parasite insurgence called | |
Systemic blackout is set to go public | |
Unconscious & Ineffective | |
We are the specimen | |
Induced national cult amnesia | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Blood and arsenic our syndicate on the cross | |
Condemned to be saved | |
Our fear has turned on us | |
In these times of collapse | |
We're killing ourselves | |
There's a contract for your soul | |
And an empty shell | |
The walls are closing in | |
And all that you have left | |
Is the price on your head | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
All the blood & the money are all that keeps me content | |
Salvation won't prove that I exist |
zuo qu : Twelve Tribes | |
A parasite insurgence called | |
Systemic blackout is set to go public | |
Unconscious Ineffective | |
We are the specimen | |
Induced national cult amnesia | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Blood and arsenic our syndicate on the cross | |
Condemned to be saved | |
Our fear has turned on us | |
In these times of collapse | |
We' re killing ourselves | |
There' s a contract for your soul | |
And an empty shell | |
The walls are closing in | |
And all that you have left | |
Is the price on your head | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
All the blood the money are all that keeps me content | |
Salvation won' t prove that I exist |
zuò qǔ : Twelve Tribes | |
A parasite insurgence called | |
Systemic blackout is set to go public | |
Unconscious Ineffective | |
We are the specimen | |
Induced national cult amnesia | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Blood and arsenic our syndicate on the cross | |
Condemned to be saved | |
Our fear has turned on us | |
In these times of collapse | |
We' re killing ourselves | |
There' s a contract for your soul | |
And an empty shell | |
The walls are closing in | |
And all that you have left | |
Is the price on your head | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
Everyday we fall for it again | |
All the blood the money are all that keeps me content | |
Salvation won' t prove that I exist |