| Song | City of the Snares |
| Artist | Light This City |
| Album | Facing the Thousand |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Light This City, Nichol | |
| Follow me to solace and safety | |
| Over the tar-blackened river and past the gleaming yellow eyes | |
| I hope I'm right this time | |
| I can't lose any more of you tonight | |
| They're trusting me to lead them | |
| But they don't know | |
| I'm just running from my fear | |
| Are they catching on yet | |
| Let's change our course | |
| I'm putting all that I've got into my last resort | |
| Can I count on you to make it work | |
| Peril and risk prowling around every corner | |
| Sudden death rushing at us from behind the clouds | |
| Danger and threat stalking weary stragglers | |
| Keeping us on the very tips of our toenails | |
| The enemy has been on our scent for days | |
| Only miles away from revenge they crave | |
| There has got to be a way | |
| To cover our tracks | |
| Or what happens when we stop running | |
| I can't be too panicked to protect | |
| Tell me, when we opened your eyes | |
| Did we kill you or save your life | |
| I thought we'd never break away | |
| From the city of the snares | |
| Always fighting to forget | |
| Choking out their memories | |
| I was almost intimidated by their sleek exteriors | |
| But the truth's they were baited with the best | |
| They claimed they had no choices left | |
| What value does gilded useless armor have | |
| When you finally need to fight | |
| Stop with this show | |
| And repeat the pathetic blind surrender | |
| We may be outnumbered | |
| We're not oblivious | |
| We are not cowards | |
| Like every one of them | |
| So why am I still plagued | |
| With apprehension | |
| Hopelessness | |
| Guilt and shame | |
| In spite of myself | |
| I wonder regretfully | |
| When we opened your eyes | |
| Did we save your life | |
| How the hell did any of us survive | |
| Peril and risk dominating the night | |
| Sudden death rushing at us from behind the clouds | |
| Danger and threat stalking weary stragglers | |
| Keeping us on the very tips of our toenails | |
| When the casualties outweigh survivors | |
| Is that when I'll know I've been defeated | |
| While the passive deny, we act on acceptance | |
| Did we save you or did we kill you | |
| The dread and turmoil now behind us | |
| An uncertain leader | |
| We're just fortunate | |
| To have gotten through it all | |
| We're chasing utopia at the top of the world | |
| I can see it now—home | |
| We're almost there |
| zuo qu : Light This City, Nichol | |
| Follow me to solace and safety | |
| Over the tarblackened river and past the gleaming yellow eyes | |
| I hope I' m right this time | |
| I can' t lose any more of you tonight | |
| They' re trusting me to lead them | |
| But they don' t know | |
| I' m just running from my fear | |
| Are they catching on yet | |
| Let' s change our course | |
| I' m putting all that I' ve got into my last resort | |
| Can I count on you to make it work | |
| Peril and risk prowling around every corner | |
| Sudden death rushing at us from behind the clouds | |
| Danger and threat stalking weary stragglers | |
| Keeping us on the very tips of our toenails | |
| The enemy has been on our scent for days | |
| Only miles away from revenge they crave | |
| There has got to be a way | |
| To cover our tracks | |
| Or what happens when we stop running | |
| I can' t be too panicked to protect | |
| Tell me, when we opened your eyes | |
| Did we kill you or save your life | |
| I thought we' d never break away | |
| From the city of the snares | |
| Always fighting to forget | |
| Choking out their memories | |
| I was almost intimidated by their sleek exteriors | |
| But the truth' s they were baited with the best | |
| They claimed they had no choices left | |
| What value does gilded useless armor have | |
| When you finally need to fight | |
| Stop with this show | |
| And repeat the pathetic blind surrender | |
| We may be outnumbered | |
| We' re not oblivious | |
| We are not cowards | |
| Like every one of them | |
| So why am I still plagued | |
| With apprehension | |
| Hopelessness | |
| Guilt and shame | |
| In spite of myself | |
| I wonder regretfully | |
| When we opened your eyes | |
| Did we save your life | |
| How the hell did any of us survive | |
| Peril and risk dominating the night | |
| Sudden death rushing at us from behind the clouds | |
| Danger and threat stalking weary stragglers | |
| Keeping us on the very tips of our toenails | |
| When the casualties outweigh survivors | |
| Is that when I' ll know I' ve been defeated | |
| While the passive deny, we act on acceptance | |
| Did we save you or did we kill you | |
| The dread and turmoil now behind us | |
| An uncertain leader | |
| We' re just fortunate | |
| To have gotten through it all | |
| We' re chasing utopia at the top of the world | |
| I can see it now home | |
| We' re almost there |
| zuò qǔ : Light This City, Nichol | |
| Follow me to solace and safety | |
| Over the tarblackened river and past the gleaming yellow eyes | |
| I hope I' m right this time | |
| I can' t lose any more of you tonight | |
| They' re trusting me to lead them | |
| But they don' t know | |
| I' m just running from my fear | |
| Are they catching on yet | |
| Let' s change our course | |
| I' m putting all that I' ve got into my last resort | |
| Can I count on you to make it work | |
| Peril and risk prowling around every corner | |
| Sudden death rushing at us from behind the clouds | |
| Danger and threat stalking weary stragglers | |
| Keeping us on the very tips of our toenails | |
| The enemy has been on our scent for days | |
| Only miles away from revenge they crave | |
| There has got to be a way | |
| To cover our tracks | |
| Or what happens when we stop running | |
| I can' t be too panicked to protect | |
| Tell me, when we opened your eyes | |
| Did we kill you or save your life | |
| I thought we' d never break away | |
| From the city of the snares | |
| Always fighting to forget | |
| Choking out their memories | |
| I was almost intimidated by their sleek exteriors | |
| But the truth' s they were baited with the best | |
| They claimed they had no choices left | |
| What value does gilded useless armor have | |
| When you finally need to fight | |
| Stop with this show | |
| And repeat the pathetic blind surrender | |
| We may be outnumbered | |
| We' re not oblivious | |
| We are not cowards | |
| Like every one of them | |
| So why am I still plagued | |
| With apprehension | |
| Hopelessness | |
| Guilt and shame | |
| In spite of myself | |
| I wonder regretfully | |
| When we opened your eyes | |
| Did we save your life | |
| How the hell did any of us survive | |
| Peril and risk dominating the night | |
| Sudden death rushing at us from behind the clouds | |
| Danger and threat stalking weary stragglers | |
| Keeping us on the very tips of our toenails | |
| When the casualties outweigh survivors | |
| Is that when I' ll know I' ve been defeated | |
| While the passive deny, we act on acceptance | |
| Did we save you or did we kill you | |
| The dread and turmoil now behind us | |
| An uncertain leader | |
| We' re just fortunate | |
| To have gotten through it all | |
| We' re chasing utopia at the top of the world | |
| I can see it now home | |
| We' re almost there |