Song | Baboon Music |
Artist | Twelve Tribes |
Album | The Rebirth Of Tragedy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
Hey kids! | |
I don't think you're ready for this | |
Systematic rebirth | |
This is anything you want | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is the primitive sound of the hunt | |
I've programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed | |
Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long | |
And it ends with the taste of your blood | |
It ends with the sound of your scream | |
I don't know the faces but | |
I know the names | |
And I watch the shadows take shape | |
This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake | |
This time there is no curtain to draw | |
Your dreams from physical reaction | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is anything you want | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is anything you want | |
The plug has been pulled from the wall | |
The battery is dead | |
Are you still afraid? | |
I don't know the faces but | |
I know the names | |
And I watch the shadows take shape | |
This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake | |
This time there is no curtain to draw | |
Your dreams from physical | |
Complications in our shadows | |
Lost in traveling the setting sun | |
Conversations behind closed doors | |
Caught in our heads to hear once more |
zuo qu : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
Hey kids! | |
I don' t think you' re ready for this | |
Systematic rebirth | |
This is anything you want | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is the primitive sound of the hunt | |
I' ve programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed | |
Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long | |
And it ends with the taste of your blood | |
It ends with the sound of your scream | |
I don' t know the faces but | |
I know the names | |
And I watch the shadows take shape | |
This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake | |
This time there is no curtain to draw | |
Your dreams from physical reaction | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is anything you want | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is anything you want | |
The plug has been pulled from the wall | |
The battery is dead | |
Are you still afraid? | |
I don' t know the faces but | |
I know the names | |
And I watch the shadows take shape | |
This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake | |
This time there is no curtain to draw | |
Your dreams from physical | |
Complications in our shadows | |
Lost in traveling the setting sun | |
Conversations behind closed doors | |
Caught in our heads to hear once more |
zuò qǔ : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
Hey kids! | |
I don' t think you' re ready for this | |
Systematic rebirth | |
This is anything you want | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is the primitive sound of the hunt | |
I' ve programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed | |
Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long | |
And it ends with the taste of your blood | |
It ends with the sound of your scream | |
I don' t know the faces but | |
I know the names | |
And I watch the shadows take shape | |
This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake | |
This time there is no curtain to draw | |
Your dreams from physical reaction | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is anything you want | |
Step right up, make your move | |
This is anything you want | |
The plug has been pulled from the wall | |
The battery is dead | |
Are you still afraid? | |
I don' t know the faces but | |
I know the names | |
And I watch the shadows take shape | |
This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake | |
This time there is no curtain to draw | |
Your dreams from physical | |
Complications in our shadows | |
Lost in traveling the setting sun | |
Conversations behind closed doors | |
Caught in our heads to hear once more |