| Song | Brickwalker |
| Artist | Soilwork |
| Album | Figure Number Five |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Karlsson, Strid | |
| Brickwalker won't you cease your time | |
| Instead of ruin daily lives | |
| Against the grain they stand | |
| Against the grain they fall | |
| Paint them a picture of their fate | |
| Face their fearless looks so pale | |
| It's so goddamn beautiful... | |
| You've already put your hands on their fate | |
| Your mind is clear and your speech is free | |
| Your doors are shut and they won't see | |
| With your cynic presence they'll shiver 'til the break of dawn | |
| Come on, come on, come on | |
| They're so expendable [Chorus:] | |
| We're all so fatal, we're all too able we'd like to have a break... | |
| SAY We're all so tragic, illogical magic we'd like to turn the page... | |
| SAY So, watch them cross the yard of time | |
| Do not fail don't cross that line | |
| Inside, they will leave tonight | |
| Vanish through the sky | |
| Don't throw the page. | |
| Don't throw it all away! | |
| Gotta turn the page. | |
| Just lead thy pain astray! |
| zuo ci : Karlsson, Strid | |
| Brickwalker won' t you cease your time | |
| Instead of ruin daily lives | |
| Against the grain they stand | |
| Against the grain they fall | |
| Paint them a picture of their fate | |
| Face their fearless looks so pale | |
| It' s so goddamn beautiful... | |
| You' ve already put your hands on their fate | |
| Your mind is clear and your speech is free | |
| Your doors are shut and they won' t see | |
| With your cynic presence they' ll shiver ' til the break of dawn | |
| Come on, come on, come on | |
| They' re so expendable Chorus: | |
| We' re all so fatal, we' re all too able we' d like to have a break... | |
| SAY We' re all so tragic, illogical magic we' d like to turn the page... | |
| SAY So, watch them cross the yard of time | |
| Do not fail don' t cross that line | |
| Inside, they will leave tonight | |
| Vanish through the sky | |
| Don' t throw the page. | |
| Don' t throw it all away! | |
| Gotta turn the page. | |
| Just lead thy pain astray! |
| zuò cí : Karlsson, Strid | |
| Brickwalker won' t you cease your time | |
| Instead of ruin daily lives | |
| Against the grain they stand | |
| Against the grain they fall | |
| Paint them a picture of their fate | |
| Face their fearless looks so pale | |
| It' s so goddamn beautiful... | |
| You' ve already put your hands on their fate | |
| Your mind is clear and your speech is free | |
| Your doors are shut and they won' t see | |
| With your cynic presence they' ll shiver ' til the break of dawn | |
| Come on, come on, come on | |
| They' re so expendable Chorus: | |
| We' re all so fatal, we' re all too able we' d like to have a break... | |
| SAY We' re all so tragic, illogical magic we' d like to turn the page... | |
| SAY So, watch them cross the yard of time | |
| Do not fail don' t cross that line | |
| Inside, they will leave tonight | |
| Vanish through the sky | |
| Don' t throw the page. | |
| Don' t throw it all away! | |
| Gotta turn the page. | |
| Just lead thy pain astray! |