| Song | Brown Noise |
| Artist | The Acacia Strain |
| Album | The Most Known Unknown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This is chaos theory simplified and stretched out before a jury. | |
| No warning has been issued. | |
| No compliments have been wholesomely handed out. | |
| The time hasn’t been used up until it burns. | |
| Fear the wounded for they walk the earth stronger. | |
| Destroy the loathsome for they only weaken the machine. | |
| Running the tightrope until the rope runs out. | |
| Run it all into the ground then rebuild. | |
| The constructs on the boundaries we’ve been given are unfair. | |
| And mother earth doesn’t love you. | |
| Our remorse has gone far beyond forgiveness. | |
| Until the rope runs out. | |
| Run it all into the ground. | |
| For when in | |
| Rome we shall do as the | |
| Romans. |
| This is chaos theory simplified and stretched out before a jury. | |
| No warning has been issued. | |
| No compliments have been wholesomely handed out. | |
| The time hasn' t been used up until it burns. | |
| Fear the wounded for they walk the earth stronger. | |
| Destroy the loathsome for they only weaken the machine. | |
| Running the tightrope until the rope runs out. | |
| Run it all into the ground then rebuild. | |
| The constructs on the boundaries we' ve been given are unfair. | |
| And mother earth doesn' t love you. | |
| Our remorse has gone far beyond forgiveness. | |
| Until the rope runs out. | |
| Run it all into the ground. | |
| For when in | |
| Rome we shall do as the | |
| Romans. |
| This is chaos theory simplified and stretched out before a jury. | |
| No warning has been issued. | |
| No compliments have been wholesomely handed out. | |
| The time hasn' t been used up until it burns. | |
| Fear the wounded for they walk the earth stronger. | |
| Destroy the loathsome for they only weaken the machine. | |
| Running the tightrope until the rope runs out. | |
| Run it all into the ground then rebuild. | |
| The constructs on the boundaries we' ve been given are unfair. | |
| And mother earth doesn' t love you. | |
| Our remorse has gone far beyond forgiveness. | |
| Until the rope runs out. | |
| Run it all into the ground. | |
| For when in | |
| Rome we shall do as the | |
| Romans. |