Burned Device Lyrics
| Song | Burned Device |
| Artist | Flotsam & Jetsam |
| Album | When the Storm Comes Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Flotsam & Jetsam, Gibert ... | |
| Down in the deep, black hole of my heart | |
| I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died | |
| And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said | |
| Forever burn this world, it's far too late | |
| Now I stare out my window, | |
| I see the towers rise | |
| Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes | |
| Industrial revolution, no other solution | |
| For the junk cultured junkies needs | |
| So take a deep breath because it ain't over yet | |
| The machine it's got to bring you down to your knees | |
| Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home | |
| Contact with big | |
| Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone | |
| Dollar for dollar the business hounds holler | |
| Sour mouthed stomachs well fed | |
| And I'm moving the game yet | |
| I still complain | |
| The paranoia, it swells inside my head | |
| How will I ever know which way the wind blows | |
| Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down | |
| To tear off my hide, defenseless, rich or poor | |
| When the wolves start gathering round my door | |
| Self-destructed, | |
| I never anticipated | |
| Such pain from the things that | |
| I've created | |
| Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that's in my heart | |
| Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes | |
| Let it burn, burn to see the world turn | |
| And it's all there in front of me | |
| And I feel compelled to make you see...reality | |
| This is the turning point, these are the crossroads | |
| Detonated lunacy and it's not a dream, it's not a dream | |
| No greener sky, no blacker seay, no greater war inside of me | |
| Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn | |
| Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong | |
| Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone | |
| Hospitalized, lobotomized, big machine, please come take me home | |
| This is reality |
| zuo ci : Flotsam Jetsam, Gibert ... | |
| Down in the deep, black hole of my heart | |
| I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died | |
| And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said | |
| Forever burn this world, it' s far too late | |
| Now I stare out my window, | |
| I see the towers rise | |
| Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes | |
| Industrial revolution, no other solution | |
| For the junk cultured junkies needs | |
| So take a deep breath because it ain' t over yet | |
| The machine it' s got to bring you down to your knees | |
| Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home | |
| Contact with big | |
| Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone | |
| Dollar for dollar the business hounds holler | |
| Sour mouthed stomachs well fed | |
| And I' m moving the game yet | |
| I still complain | |
| The paranoia, it swells inside my head | |
| How will I ever know which way the wind blows | |
| Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down | |
| To tear off my hide, defenseless, rich or poor | |
| When the wolves start gathering round my door | |
| Selfdestructed, | |
| I never anticipated | |
| Such pain from the things that | |
| I' ve created | |
| Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that' s in my heart | |
| Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes | |
| Let it burn, burn to see the world turn | |
| And it' s all there in front of me | |
| And I feel compelled to make you see... reality | |
| This is the turning point, these are the crossroads | |
| Detonated lunacy and it' s not a dream, it' s not a dream | |
| No greener sky, no blacker seay, no greater war inside of me | |
| Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn | |
| Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong | |
| Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone | |
| Hospitalized, lobotomized, big machine, please come take me home | |
| This is reality |
| zuò cí : Flotsam Jetsam, Gibert ... | |
| Down in the deep, black hole of my heart | |
| I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died | |
| And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said | |
| Forever burn this world, it' s far too late | |
| Now I stare out my window, | |
| I see the towers rise | |
| Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes | |
| Industrial revolution, no other solution | |
| For the junk cultured junkies needs | |
| So take a deep breath because it ain' t over yet | |
| The machine it' s got to bring you down to your knees | |
| Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home | |
| Contact with big | |
| Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone | |
| Dollar for dollar the business hounds holler | |
| Sour mouthed stomachs well fed | |
| And I' m moving the game yet | |
| I still complain | |
| The paranoia, it swells inside my head | |
| How will I ever know which way the wind blows | |
| Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down | |
| To tear off my hide, defenseless, rich or poor | |
| When the wolves start gathering round my door | |
| Selfdestructed, | |
| I never anticipated | |
| Such pain from the things that | |
| I' ve created | |
| Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that' s in my heart | |
| Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes | |
| Let it burn, burn to see the world turn | |
| And it' s all there in front of me | |
| And I feel compelled to make you see... reality | |
| This is the turning point, these are the crossroads | |
| Detonated lunacy and it' s not a dream, it' s not a dream | |
| No greener sky, no blacker seay, no greater war inside of me | |
| Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn | |
| Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong | |
| Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone | |
| Hospitalized, lobotomized, big machine, please come take me home | |
| This is reality |
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