| Song | I Looked At The Trap, Ray |
| Artist | Far-Less |
| Album | Everyone Is Out To Get Us |
| 作曲 : Far Less, Welch | |
| We will be killed in 24 hours. | |
| That's why we sleep on the floor. | |
| Every time I see myself, I choke on the loathe inside. | |
| Kiss the misses goodbye, | |
| Yea, Yea (Yea, Yea) | |
| The day the world was ending | |
| One said âa silver liningâ | |
| Next said âthe sky is going to suffocate usâ | |
| Act like the world is spinning. | |
| And just believe the hype | |
| Maybe the end it could be entertaining | |
| And the day the | |
| The day the world was ending | |
| I didn't believe the hype | |
| I hope the end will soon be entertaining | |
| Sound for pigs at feeding time | |
| Just wake me from my slumber. | |
| The end is near | |
| I will confess that I have seen their numbers | |
| I took a trip on down to the river. | |
| Visit the taker. | |
| Visit the giver. | |
| I thought I lost it | |
| But I remembered | |
| Visit the taker. | |
| I've lost my mind. | |
| Sound for pigs at feeding time | |
| Just wake me from my slumber. | |
| The end is near | |
| I must confess that I have seen their numbers |
| zuò qǔ : Far Less, Welch | |
| We will be killed in 24 hours. | |
| That' s why we sleep on the floor. | |
| Every time I see myself, I choke on the loathe inside. | |
| Kiss the misses goodbye, | |
| Yea, Yea Yea, Yea | |
| The day the world was ending | |
| One said a silver lining | |
| Next said the sky is going to suffocate us | |
| Act like the world is spinning. | |
| And just believe the hype | |
| Maybe the end it could be entertaining | |
| And the day the | |
| The day the world was ending | |
| I didn' t believe the hype | |
| I hope the end will soon be entertaining | |
| Sound for pigs at feeding time | |
| Just wake me from my slumber. | |
| The end is near | |
| I will confess that I have seen their numbers | |
| I took a trip on down to the river. | |
| Visit the taker. | |
| Visit the giver. | |
| I thought I lost it | |
| But I remembered | |
| Visit the taker. | |
| I' ve lost my mind. | |
| Sound for pigs at feeding time | |
| Just wake me from my slumber. | |
| The end is near | |
| I must confess that I have seen their numbers |