Song | Minion |
Artist | Walking Corpse Syndrome |
Album | Alive In Desolation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:01.08] | These synthetics will be our death! (x4) |
[00:34.13] | The stench is all around me |
[00:35.94] | its pestilence is inside us all |
[00:37.98] | light this parasite leaching life |
[00:39.82] | cause standing alone is not a fault |
[00:43.16] | Eating what’s fed to you only to infest and fester |
[00:46.36] | leaves the want to stitch an eye shut |
[00:48.28] | kill these harams with disgust |
[00:50.81] | These synthetics will be our death! (x4) |
[01:23.18] | Slave to the invisible glam |
[01:24.92] | worship a pathetic material addiction |
[01:27.34] | delineates a lifeless generation |
[01:29.25] | an end time is now here |
[01:31.33] | not from an apocalypse |
[01:32.31] | but from a lack of our best interest still blank eyes |
[01:36.49] | remain stagnant get branded by names |
[01:39.32] | always indebted a total submission |
[01:42.84] | from a complete non-existence |
[01:46.45] | These plastics will decay now separate the fixated (x2) |
[02:25.04] | All of these things, all that you dreamed, |
[02:27.16] | all that you worked for was all manifested |
[02:29.65] | by this illusion of peace of mind. |
[02:33.68] | Suffocate under all of these names |
[02:35.86] | and submit to their synthetic sweatshop banner |
[02:38.89] | you’re just a sycophant (x2) |
[02:41.40] | I hate you life you sycophant (x2) |
[02:48.65] | An exit exists |
[02:49.64] | Kill the artificial with a wave of solitude |
[02:53.72] | use the voice prone silent |
[02:55.47] | to escape from a mainstream atrophy |
[02:58.70] | stand alone break this user cycle |
[03:01.93] | stand alone burn all these cosmopolitan images |
[03:04.58] | and surrender the vogue trends |
[03:06.81] | bleed out this sickness discover |
[03:08.43] | what’s human and what this new plague will breed so meaningless |
[03:10.58] | get a new fix we need an unwashed drive to gut them all |
[03:16.20] | speak of the trite as a disease |
[03:18.07] | display their colors without conviction |
[03:18.66] | never mind the excruciation for your velvet candor |
[03:18.66] | to weak to stand alone my sycophant |
[03:18.66] |
[00:01.08] | These synthetics will be our death! x4 |
[00:34.13] | The stench is all around me |
[00:35.94] | its pestilence is inside us all |
[00:37.98] | light this parasite leaching life |
[00:39.82] | cause standing alone is not a fault |
[00:43.16] | Eating what' s fed to you only to infest and fester |
[00:46.36] | leaves the want to stitch an eye shut |
[00:48.28] | kill these harams with disgust |
[00:50.81] | These synthetics will be our death! x4 |
[01:23.18] | Slave to the invisible glam |
[01:24.92] | worship a pathetic material addiction |
[01:27.34] | delineates a lifeless generation |
[01:29.25] | an end time is now here |
[01:31.33] | not from an apocalypse |
[01:32.31] | but from a lack of our best interest still blank eyes |
[01:36.49] | remain stagnant get branded by names |
[01:39.32] | always indebted a total submission |
[01:42.84] | from a complete nonexistence |
[01:46.45] | These plastics will decay now separate the fixated x2 |
[02:25.04] | All of these things, all that you dreamed, |
[02:27.16] | all that you worked for was all manifested |
[02:29.65] | by this illusion of peace of mind. |
[02:33.68] | Suffocate under all of these names |
[02:35.86] | and submit to their synthetic sweatshop banner |
[02:38.89] | you' re just a sycophant x2 |
[02:41.40] | I hate you life you sycophant x2 |
[02:48.65] | An exit exists |
[02:49.64] | Kill the artificial with a wave of solitude |
[02:53.72] | use the voice prone silent |
[02:55.47] | to escape from a mainstream atrophy |
[02:58.70] | stand alone break this user cycle |
[03:01.93] | stand alone burn all these cosmopolitan images |
[03:04.58] | and surrender the vogue trends |
[03:06.81] | bleed out this sickness discover |
[03:08.43] | what' s human and what this new plague will breed so meaningless |
[03:10.58] | get a new fix we need an unwashed drive to gut them all |
[03:16.20] | speak of the trite as a disease |
[03:18.07] | display their colors without conviction |
[03:18.66] | never mind the excruciation for your velvet candor |
[03:18.66] | to weak to stand alone my sycophant |
[03:18.66] |
[00:01.08] | These synthetics will be our death! x4 |
[00:34.13] | The stench is all around me |
[00:35.94] | its pestilence is inside us all |
[00:37.98] | light this parasite leaching life |
[00:39.82] | cause standing alone is not a fault |
[00:43.16] | Eating what' s fed to you only to infest and fester |
[00:46.36] | leaves the want to stitch an eye shut |
[00:48.28] | kill these harams with disgust |
[00:50.81] | These synthetics will be our death! x4 |
[01:23.18] | Slave to the invisible glam |
[01:24.92] | worship a pathetic material addiction |
[01:27.34] | delineates a lifeless generation |
[01:29.25] | an end time is now here |
[01:31.33] | not from an apocalypse |
[01:32.31] | but from a lack of our best interest still blank eyes |
[01:36.49] | remain stagnant get branded by names |
[01:39.32] | always indebted a total submission |
[01:42.84] | from a complete nonexistence |
[01:46.45] | These plastics will decay now separate the fixated x2 |
[02:25.04] | All of these things, all that you dreamed, |
[02:27.16] | all that you worked for was all manifested |
[02:29.65] | by this illusion of peace of mind. |
[02:33.68] | Suffocate under all of these names |
[02:35.86] | and submit to their synthetic sweatshop banner |
[02:38.89] | you' re just a sycophant x2 |
[02:41.40] | I hate you life you sycophant x2 |
[02:48.65] | An exit exists |
[02:49.64] | Kill the artificial with a wave of solitude |
[02:53.72] | use the voice prone silent |
[02:55.47] | to escape from a mainstream atrophy |
[02:58.70] | stand alone break this user cycle |
[03:01.93] | stand alone burn all these cosmopolitan images |
[03:04.58] | and surrender the vogue trends |
[03:06.81] | bleed out this sickness discover |
[03:08.43] | what' s human and what this new plague will breed so meaningless |
[03:10.58] | get a new fix we need an unwashed drive to gut them all |
[03:16.20] | speak of the trite as a disease |
[03:18.07] | display their colors without conviction |
[03:18.66] | never mind the excruciation for your velvet candor |
[03:18.66] | to weak to stand alone my sycophant |
[03:18.66] |