| 作曲 : Booth, Dälek, Oktopus | |
| 1. Terrain disfigured | |
| Pressure temple, tempt to tap trigger | |
| Must contend with this diseased mind and drown liver | |
| Cradle soul eternal type land of two rivers | |
| Considered quite embittered by whole corrupt system | |
| Bled fist in attempt when words weren't heard | |
| Never one to feel blessed beliefs are all blurred | |
| Breath in nocturne | |
| Tone ever somber | |
| Must be meant to wander | |
| Woeful soul won't get conquered | |
| Days none the calmer | |
| No wealth to squander | |
| My lower class stronger | |
| Can't suppress anger | |
| People can't handle | |
| Speak Eastern timbre | |
| Tongue fall like hammer | |
| On those who slander. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Success lasts for seconds | |
| Our future's forsaken (never found reason) | |
| Blatant lies of Bourgeois (never found meaning) | |
| Seeps into vacant (Found hatred and despair in breathing) | |
| Eyes out of focus | |
| Only see what they told us | |
| World of weight's on our shoulders | |
| 2. Asymmetric hatred only feeds apathetic | |
| Volatile vocals turned thoughts kinetic | |
| Never knew your happiness could just be injected | |
| Belt to clenched jaw teeth hurt all infected | |
| Childhood resurrected | |
| With no mention | |
| We never add time just subtract from life sentence | |
| Why divide God in three sections? | |
| Some find Him uncut in glass vile son, no difference | |
| Frail existence, veiled world depicted | |
| By those still addicted to deities received intravenous | |
| Believers remove pure diction in attempts to deceive us | |
| The last of tacticians | |
| Acts of contrition lost in translation | |
| People lose patience | |
| With words that sound vacant | |
| Atrocities blatant by hands of forsaken | |
| The fortunate find core essence awakened. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Success lasts for seconds | |
| Our future's forsaken (never found reason) | |
| Blatant lies of Bourgeois (never found meaning) | |
| Seeps into vacant (Found hatred and despair in breathing) | |
| Eyes out of focus | |
| Only see what they told us | |
| World of weight's on our shoulders |
| zuo qu : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
| 1. Terrain disfigured | |
| Pressure temple, tempt to tap trigger | |
| Must contend with this diseased mind and drown liver | |
| Cradle soul eternal type land of two rivers | |
| Considered quite embittered by whole corrupt system | |
| Bled fist in attempt when words weren' t heard | |
| Never one to feel blessed beliefs are all blurred | |
| Breath in nocturne | |
| Tone ever somber | |
| Must be meant to wander | |
| Woeful soul won' t get conquered | |
| Days none the calmer | |
| No wealth to squander | |
| My lower class stronger | |
| Can' t suppress anger | |
| People can' t handle | |
| Speak Eastern timbre | |
| Tongue fall like hammer | |
| On those who slander. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Success lasts for seconds | |
| Our future' s forsaken never found reason | |
| Blatant lies of Bourgeois never found meaning | |
| Seeps into vacant Found hatred and despair in breathing | |
| Eyes out of focus | |
| Only see what they told us | |
| World of weight' s on our shoulders | |
| 2. Asymmetric hatred only feeds apathetic | |
| Volatile vocals turned thoughts kinetic | |
| Never knew your happiness could just be injected | |
| Belt to clenched jaw teeth hurt all infected | |
| Childhood resurrected | |
| With no mention | |
| We never add time just subtract from life sentence | |
| Why divide God in three sections? | |
| Some find Him uncut in glass vile son, no difference | |
| Frail existence, veiled world depicted | |
| By those still addicted to deities received intravenous | |
| Believers remove pure diction in attempts to deceive us | |
| The last of tacticians | |
| Acts of contrition lost in translation | |
| People lose patience | |
| With words that sound vacant | |
| Atrocities blatant by hands of forsaken | |
| The fortunate find core essence awakened. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Success lasts for seconds | |
| Our future' s forsaken never found reason | |
| Blatant lies of Bourgeois never found meaning | |
| Seeps into vacant Found hatred and despair in breathing | |
| Eyes out of focus | |
| Only see what they told us | |
| World of weight' s on our shoulders |
| zuò qǔ : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
| 1. Terrain disfigured | |
| Pressure temple, tempt to tap trigger | |
| Must contend with this diseased mind and drown liver | |
| Cradle soul eternal type land of two rivers | |
| Considered quite embittered by whole corrupt system | |
| Bled fist in attempt when words weren' t heard | |
| Never one to feel blessed beliefs are all blurred | |
| Breath in nocturne | |
| Tone ever somber | |
| Must be meant to wander | |
| Woeful soul won' t get conquered | |
| Days none the calmer | |
| No wealth to squander | |
| My lower class stronger | |
| Can' t suppress anger | |
| People can' t handle | |
| Speak Eastern timbre | |
| Tongue fall like hammer | |
| On those who slander. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Success lasts for seconds | |
| Our future' s forsaken never found reason | |
| Blatant lies of Bourgeois never found meaning | |
| Seeps into vacant Found hatred and despair in breathing | |
| Eyes out of focus | |
| Only see what they told us | |
| World of weight' s on our shoulders | |
| 2. Asymmetric hatred only feeds apathetic | |
| Volatile vocals turned thoughts kinetic | |
| Never knew your happiness could just be injected | |
| Belt to clenched jaw teeth hurt all infected | |
| Childhood resurrected | |
| With no mention | |
| We never add time just subtract from life sentence | |
| Why divide God in three sections? | |
| Some find Him uncut in glass vile son, no difference | |
| Frail existence, veiled world depicted | |
| By those still addicted to deities received intravenous | |
| Believers remove pure diction in attempts to deceive us | |
| The last of tacticians | |
| Acts of contrition lost in translation | |
| People lose patience | |
| With words that sound vacant | |
| Atrocities blatant by hands of forsaken | |
| The fortunate find core essence awakened. | |
| Chorus: | |
| Success lasts for seconds | |
| Our future' s forsaken never found reason | |
| Blatant lies of Bourgeois never found meaning | |
| Seeps into vacant Found hatred and despair in breathing | |
| Eyes out of focus | |
| Only see what they told us | |
| World of weight' s on our shoulders |
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