| Song | The Weapons Are Concealed |
| Artist | Biffy Clyro |
| Album | Infinity Land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Biffy Clyro | |
| I'm wearing it. | |
| I'm wearing it under my face. | |
| An expression and an admission of my disgrace. | |
| But I'm sure | |
| I will make it okay. | |
| I'll try to give you something better. | |
| I'm wearing it today. | |
| But I'm sure | |
| I will make it okay. | |
| I'll try to give you something better. | |
| You with a grin on your face. | |
| Me with a bag in its place. | |
| I've put a rope round my neck. | |
| I'm trying to win your respect. | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| Death shares everything | |
| I have. Conceal the weapons! | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| But I hate the way | |
| I Conceal the weapons! | |
| Blame it on the staring match between the two of us. | |
| Blame it on the staring match between the two of us |
| zuo qu : Biffy Clyro | |
| I' m wearing it. | |
| I' m wearing it under my face. | |
| An expression and an admission of my disgrace. | |
| But I' m sure | |
| I will make it okay. | |
| I' ll try to give you something better. | |
| I' m wearing it today. | |
| But I' m sure | |
| I will make it okay. | |
| I' ll try to give you something better. | |
| You with a grin on your face. | |
| Me with a bag in its place. | |
| I' ve put a rope round my neck. | |
| I' m trying to win your respect. | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| Death shares everything | |
| I have. Conceal the weapons! | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| But I hate the way | |
| I Conceal the weapons! | |
| Blame it on the staring match between the two of us. | |
| Blame it on the staring match between the two of us |
| zuò qǔ : Biffy Clyro | |
| I' m wearing it. | |
| I' m wearing it under my face. | |
| An expression and an admission of my disgrace. | |
| But I' m sure | |
| I will make it okay. | |
| I' ll try to give you something better. | |
| I' m wearing it today. | |
| But I' m sure | |
| I will make it okay. | |
| I' ll try to give you something better. | |
| You with a grin on your face. | |
| Me with a bag in its place. | |
| I' ve put a rope round my neck. | |
| I' m trying to win your respect. | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| Death shares everything | |
| I have. Conceal the weapons! | |
| Conceal the weapons! | |
| But I hate the way | |
| I Conceal the weapons! | |
| Blame it on the staring match between the two of us. | |
| Blame it on the staring match between the two of us |