| 作词 : Hellid, Stjärnvind | |
| We're such a success story | |
| The king is not returning | |
| But living safe and sorry | |
| Another church is burning | |
| See the things out of sight | |
| Time will turn it all to sand | |
| Nothing left and nothing right | |
| Have it all in your hand | |
| Wanna leave but you stay | |
| Slowly rot and fade away | |
| Burn an X in your head | |
| Godly being young & dead | |
| Zombiefield angelic race | |
| Rottten flesh on a pretty face | |
| Had it all in your hand | |
| Young & dead in promise land | |
| We're such a success story | |
| But living safe and sorry | |
| The king is not returning | |
| Another church is burning | |
| More bigger faster better | |
| Dead gods and man-made weather | |
| Firearms made of plastic | |
| Our world is so fantastic | |
| You can't fight what's in your soul | |
| You can't fight what's in your soul | |
| And keep the devil in the hole | |
| Before your eyes it will be unfold |
| zuo ci : Hellid, Stj rnvind | |
| We' re such a success story | |
| The king is not returning | |
| But living safe and sorry | |
| Another church is burning | |
| See the things out of sight | |
| Time will turn it all to sand | |
| Nothing left and nothing right | |
| Have it all in your hand | |
| Wanna leave but you stay | |
| Slowly rot and fade away | |
| Burn an X in your head | |
| Godly being young dead | |
| Zombiefield angelic race | |
| Rottten flesh on a pretty face | |
| Had it all in your hand | |
| Young dead in promise land | |
| We' re such a success story | |
| But living safe and sorry | |
| The king is not returning | |
| Another church is burning | |
| More bigger faster better | |
| Dead gods and manmade weather | |
| Firearms made of plastic | |
| Our world is so fantastic | |
| You can' t fight what' s in your soul | |
| You can' t fight what' s in your soul | |
| And keep the devil in the hole | |
| Before your eyes it will be unfold |
| zuò cí : Hellid, Stj rnvind | |
| We' re such a success story | |
| The king is not returning | |
| But living safe and sorry | |
| Another church is burning | |
| See the things out of sight | |
| Time will turn it all to sand | |
| Nothing left and nothing right | |
| Have it all in your hand | |
| Wanna leave but you stay | |
| Slowly rot and fade away | |
| Burn an X in your head | |
| Godly being young dead | |
| Zombiefield angelic race | |
| Rottten flesh on a pretty face | |
| Had it all in your hand | |
| Young dead in promise land | |
| We' re such a success story | |
| But living safe and sorry | |
| The king is not returning | |
| Another church is burning | |
| More bigger faster better | |
| Dead gods and manmade weather | |
| Firearms made of plastic | |
| Our world is so fantastic | |
| You can' t fight what' s in your soul | |
| You can' t fight what' s in your soul | |
| And keep the devil in the hole | |
| Before your eyes it will be unfold |