| Song | False Flag |
| Artist | Noctorum |
| Album | Honey Mink Forever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Noctorum | |
| 作曲 : Noctorum | |
| We saw them whisper in your ear | |
| The words that you expected to hear | |
| Mission accomplished | |
| Handshakes all 'round | |
| You climbed into your private jet | |
| Not a hint of remorse or regret | |
| Your master's smile | |
| The battle nearly won | |
| Where were the interceptors | |
| Where was Captain Kirk | |
| Why was there no warning | |
| The radar didn't work | |
| Such a perfect execution | |
| The media played a part | |
| While the heroes and the fallen | |
| Are all left in the dark | |
| Meanwhile in the tower | |
| I'm debating what to do | |
| I never did have a head for heights | |
| But I have to make a move | |
| The terror of a certain death | |
| The screams, the smoke, the chaos | |
| As loved ones hear the phones go dead | |
| And turn to those who betrayed us | |
| And in the crackling dawn | |
| They cleared the debris away | |
| So it would never be known | |
| What really happened that day | |
| And they relied on us all | |
| To believe what we were told | |
| So full of shock and of awe | |
| We trusted them with our souls | |
| We trusted them with our souls | |
| Our captain was looking nervous | |
| As the sun set on the bay | |
| He called the gunners to their stations | |
| The anchors hauled away | |
| An eerie calm descended | |
| On the Gulf of Mexico | |
| No Spanish through the glasses | |
| Just a ripple in the status quo | |
| Meanwhile on the foredeck | |
| I'm debating what to do | |
| The ocean looms below me | |
| Cold and deep and blue | |
| The ship is listing badly | |
| Soon we all could drown | |
| I thought I saw a gunboat | |
| One of ours, before we all went down | |
| At home the bankers are pleased | |
| Investment trebles that day | |
| The stock exchange is busy | |
| Conscription gets underway | |
| And truth is twisted to suit | |
| The aims of merciless men | |
| They're sacrificing our lives | |
| To iron and steel again | |
| To iron and steel again |
| zuo ci : Noctorum | |
| zuo qu : Noctorum | |
| We saw them whisper in your ear | |
| The words that you expected to hear | |
| Mission accomplished | |
| Handshakes all ' round | |
| You climbed into your private jet | |
| Not a hint of remorse or regret | |
| Your master' s smile | |
| The battle nearly won | |
| Where were the interceptors | |
| Where was Captain Kirk | |
| Why was there no warning | |
| The radar didn' t work | |
| Such a perfect execution | |
| The media played a part | |
| While the heroes and the fallen | |
| Are all left in the dark | |
| Meanwhile in the tower | |
| I' m debating what to do | |
| I never did have a head for heights | |
| But I have to make a move | |
| The terror of a certain death | |
| The screams, the smoke, the chaos | |
| As loved ones hear the phones go dead | |
| And turn to those who betrayed us | |
| And in the crackling dawn | |
| They cleared the debris away | |
| So it would never be known | |
| What really happened that day | |
| And they relied on us all | |
| To believe what we were told | |
| So full of shock and of awe | |
| We trusted them with our souls | |
| We trusted them with our souls | |
| Our captain was looking nervous | |
| As the sun set on the bay | |
| He called the gunners to their stations | |
| The anchors hauled away | |
| An eerie calm descended | |
| On the Gulf of Mexico | |
| No Spanish through the glasses | |
| Just a ripple in the status quo | |
| Meanwhile on the foredeck | |
| I' m debating what to do | |
| The ocean looms below me | |
| Cold and deep and blue | |
| The ship is listing badly | |
| Soon we all could drown | |
| I thought I saw a gunboat | |
| One of ours, before we all went down | |
| At home the bankers are pleased | |
| Investment trebles that day | |
| The stock exchange is busy | |
| Conscription gets underway | |
| And truth is twisted to suit | |
| The aims of merciless men | |
| They' re sacrificing our lives | |
| To iron and steel again | |
| To iron and steel again |
| zuò cí : Noctorum | |
| zuò qǔ : Noctorum | |
| We saw them whisper in your ear | |
| The words that you expected to hear | |
| Mission accomplished | |
| Handshakes all ' round | |
| You climbed into your private jet | |
| Not a hint of remorse or regret | |
| Your master' s smile | |
| The battle nearly won | |
| Where were the interceptors | |
| Where was Captain Kirk | |
| Why was there no warning | |
| The radar didn' t work | |
| Such a perfect execution | |
| The media played a part | |
| While the heroes and the fallen | |
| Are all left in the dark | |
| Meanwhile in the tower | |
| I' m debating what to do | |
| I never did have a head for heights | |
| But I have to make a move | |
| The terror of a certain death | |
| The screams, the smoke, the chaos | |
| As loved ones hear the phones go dead | |
| And turn to those who betrayed us | |
| And in the crackling dawn | |
| They cleared the debris away | |
| So it would never be known | |
| What really happened that day | |
| And they relied on us all | |
| To believe what we were told | |
| So full of shock and of awe | |
| We trusted them with our souls | |
| We trusted them with our souls | |
| Our captain was looking nervous | |
| As the sun set on the bay | |
| He called the gunners to their stations | |
| The anchors hauled away | |
| An eerie calm descended | |
| On the Gulf of Mexico | |
| No Spanish through the glasses | |
| Just a ripple in the status quo | |
| Meanwhile on the foredeck | |
| I' m debating what to do | |
| The ocean looms below me | |
| Cold and deep and blue | |
| The ship is listing badly | |
| Soon we all could drown | |
| I thought I saw a gunboat | |
| One of ours, before we all went down | |
| At home the bankers are pleased | |
| Investment trebles that day | |
| The stock exchange is busy | |
| Conscription gets underway | |
| And truth is twisted to suit | |
| The aims of merciless men | |
| They' re sacrificing our lives | |
| To iron and steel again | |
| To iron and steel again |