| Song | Hate TKO |
| Artist | Microwave |
| Album | Death is a Warm Blanket |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Nathan Hardy/Wesley Swanson/Tyler Hill/Timothy Pittard | |
| 作曲 : Nathan Hardy/Wesley Swanson/Tyler Hill/Timothy Pittard | |
| "fix what's broken | |
| if it isn't broke, then break it | |
| the last of our scene are circled with pitchforks | |
| yelling, bleach out all the colors. paint it black and grey. kill off all your heroes. destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe. | |
| so write off all of your old friends | |
| tolerance is a well-swept path to hell | |
| build a shrine to your resentment | |
| tell me again what a rough hand you've been dealt | |
| recirculating the worry | |
| holding onto your pain | |
| it doesn't really get better | |
| that's just something they say | |
| so, bleach out all the colors | |
| paint it black and grey | |
| kill off all your heroes | |
| destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe" |
| zuo ci : Nathan Hardy Wesley Swanson Tyler Hill Timothy Pittard | |
| zuo qu : Nathan Hardy Wesley Swanson Tyler Hill Timothy Pittard | |
| " fix what' s broken | |
| if it isn' t broke, then break it | |
| the last of our scene are circled with pitchforks | |
| yelling, bleach out all the colors. paint it black and grey. kill off all your heroes. destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe. | |
| so write off all of your old friends | |
| tolerance is a well-swept path to hell | |
| build a shrine to your resentment | |
| tell me again what a rough hand you' ve been dealt | |
| recirculating the worry | |
| holding onto your pain | |
| it doesn' t really get better | |
| that' s just something they say | |
| so, bleach out all the colors | |
| paint it black and grey | |
| kill off all your heroes | |
| destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe" |
| zuò cí : Nathan Hardy Wesley Swanson Tyler Hill Timothy Pittard | |
| zuò qǔ : Nathan Hardy Wesley Swanson Tyler Hill Timothy Pittard | |
| " fix what' s broken | |
| if it isn' t broke, then break it | |
| the last of our scene are circled with pitchforks | |
| yelling, bleach out all the colors. paint it black and grey. kill off all your heroes. destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe. | |
| so write off all of your old friends | |
| tolerance is a well-swept path to hell | |
| build a shrine to your resentment | |
| tell me again what a rough hand you' ve been dealt | |
| recirculating the worry | |
| holding onto your pain | |
| it doesn' t really get better | |
| that' s just something they say | |
| so, bleach out all the colors | |
| paint it black and grey | |
| kill off all your heroes | |
| destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe" |