| Song | Faith In The Untamed |
| Artist | Stick to Your Guns |
| Album | The Hope Division |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Barnett ... |
| [00:00.54] | Stick To Your Guns - Faith In The Untamed |
| [00:12.79] | From the soul of the unnamed |
| [00:14.60] | to the devastating depths of the heads and the hearts of the shamed, |
| [00:17.73] | with patience like the fury of a freight train, |
| [00:20.54] | I'll always have faith in the untamed. |
| [00:24.85] | |
| [00:26.79] | I have faith in the untamed. |
| [00:30.90] | |
| [00:47.28] | No room to think when digression is fought. |
| [00:49.34] | Progression of thought dies and goes right out the door. |
| [00:52.19] | It's hard to move on when tradition is the whore |
| [00:55.69] | that keeps your feet nailed to the frozen floor. |
| [00:58.01] | Now it weighs down your mind |
| [01:00.51] | and once again left you deaf, blind,dumb, and |
| [01:02.74] | but I have faith that one day |
| [01:05.18] | we'll have the strength to rip our every single page. |
| [01:09.56] | |
| [01:10.37] | I have faith. You'll find no peace from this. |
| [01:15.43] | You'll still be empty. |
| [01:16.62] | |
| [01:17.46] | It will never end. |
| [01:18.83] | This tradition is downfall. |
| [01:19.65] | |
| [01:20.87] | It's hard to let go when you're still holding on. |
| [01:23.80] | You'll find no peace from this. |
| [01:25.93] | You'll still be empty. |
| [01:27.99] | You better believe we're breaking boundaries. |
| [01:31.52] | |
| [01:35.84] | A routine for the uninspired, |
| [01:39.84] | |
| [01:46.82] | for the hearts that lack any fire. |
| [01:50.13] | |
| [01:54.32] | I have faith. You'll find no peace from this. |
| [01:59.15] | You'll still be empty. |
| [02:01.27] | It will never end. |
| [02:02.77] | This tradition is downfall. |
| [02:04.83] | It's hard to let go when you're still holding on. |
| [02:07.72] | You'll find no peace from this. |
| [02:09.79] | You'll still be empty. |
| [02:11.97] | You better believe we're breaking boundaries. |
| [02:15.66] | |
| [02:23.10] | You put your thoughts in dying hands |
| [02:25.90] | while you wade through the quicksand. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Barnett ... |
| [00:00.54] | Stick To Your Guns Faith In The Untamed |
| [00:12.79] | From the soul of the unnamed |
| [00:14.60] | to the devastating depths of the heads and the hearts of the shamed, |
| [00:17.73] | with patience like the fury of a freight train, |
| [00:20.54] | I' ll always have faith in the untamed. |
| [00:24.85] | |
| [00:26.79] | I have faith in the untamed. |
| [00:30.90] | |
| [00:47.28] | No room to think when digression is fought. |
| [00:49.34] | Progression of thought dies and goes right out the door. |
| [00:52.19] | It' s hard to move on when tradition is the whore |
| [00:55.69] | that keeps your feet nailed to the frozen floor. |
| [00:58.01] | Now it weighs down your mind |
| [01:00.51] | and once again left you deaf, blind, dumb, and |
| [01:02.74] | but I have faith that one day |
| [01:05.18] | we' ll have the strength to rip our every single page. |
| [01:09.56] | |
| [01:10.37] | I have faith. You' ll find no peace from this. |
| [01:15.43] | You' ll still be empty. |
| [01:16.62] | |
| [01:17.46] | It will never end. |
| [01:18.83] | This tradition is downfall. |
| [01:19.65] | |
| [01:20.87] | It' s hard to let go when you' re still holding on. |
| [01:23.80] | You' ll find no peace from this. |
| [01:25.93] | You' ll still be empty. |
| [01:27.99] | You better believe we' re breaking boundaries. |
| [01:31.52] | |
| [01:35.84] | A routine for the uninspired, |
| [01:39.84] | |
| [01:46.82] | for the hearts that lack any fire. |
| [01:50.13] | |
| [01:54.32] | I have faith. You' ll find no peace from this. |
| [01:59.15] | You' ll still be empty. |
| [02:01.27] | It will never end. |
| [02:02.77] | This tradition is downfall. |
| [02:04.83] | It' s hard to let go when you' re still holding on. |
| [02:07.72] | You' ll find no peace from this. |
| [02:09.79] | You' ll still be empty. |
| [02:11.97] | You better believe we' re breaking boundaries. |
| [02:15.66] | |
| [02:23.10] | You put your thoughts in dying hands |
| [02:25.90] | while you wade through the quicksand. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Barnett ... |
| [00:00.54] | Stick To Your Guns Faith In The Untamed |
| [00:12.79] | From the soul of the unnamed |
| [00:14.60] | to the devastating depths of the heads and the hearts of the shamed, |
| [00:17.73] | with patience like the fury of a freight train, |
| [00:20.54] | I' ll always have faith in the untamed. |
| [00:24.85] | |
| [00:26.79] | I have faith in the untamed. |
| [00:30.90] | |
| [00:47.28] | No room to think when digression is fought. |
| [00:49.34] | Progression of thought dies and goes right out the door. |
| [00:52.19] | It' s hard to move on when tradition is the whore |
| [00:55.69] | that keeps your feet nailed to the frozen floor. |
| [00:58.01] | Now it weighs down your mind |
| [01:00.51] | and once again left you deaf, blind, dumb, and |
| [01:02.74] | but I have faith that one day |
| [01:05.18] | we' ll have the strength to rip our every single page. |
| [01:09.56] | |
| [01:10.37] | I have faith. You' ll find no peace from this. |
| [01:15.43] | You' ll still be empty. |
| [01:16.62] | |
| [01:17.46] | It will never end. |
| [01:18.83] | This tradition is downfall. |
| [01:19.65] | |
| [01:20.87] | It' s hard to let go when you' re still holding on. |
| [01:23.80] | You' ll find no peace from this. |
| [01:25.93] | You' ll still be empty. |
| [01:27.99] | You better believe we' re breaking boundaries. |
| [01:31.52] | |
| [01:35.84] | A routine for the uninspired, |
| [01:39.84] | |
| [01:46.82] | for the hearts that lack any fire. |
| [01:50.13] | |
| [01:54.32] | I have faith. You' ll find no peace from this. |
| [01:59.15] | You' ll still be empty. |
| [02:01.27] | It will never end. |
| [02:02.77] | This tradition is downfall. |
| [02:04.83] | It' s hard to let go when you' re still holding on. |
| [02:07.72] | You' ll find no peace from this. |
| [02:09.79] | You' ll still be empty. |
| [02:11.97] | You better believe we' re breaking boundaries. |
| [02:15.66] | |
| [02:23.10] | You put your thoughts in dying hands |
| [02:25.90] | while you wade through the quicksand. |