The Latest Plague Lyrics
| Song | The Latest Plague |
| Artist | From First to Last |
| Album | Heroine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : From First To Last | |
| What would you say? | |
| This blood is thick | |
| This blemished face | |
| With a dark crooked nose | |
| And a chance to say | |
| Whatever it wanted | |
| Through its blemished throat | |
| Or be alone | |
| Would you give a **** | |
| If only to her | |
| Will now depend | |
| Like shallow water | |
| The sound of victim men | |
| Crawling up your walls | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don't tell me | |
| Don't tell me where I don't belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don't tell me | |
| Don't tell me where I don't belong | |
| Oh, I heard a sick, sad voice | |
| It was honesty, I turned to her and said | |
| We need to be medicated | |
| And you're the prescription | |
| For a forced out vision | |
| If you're with me, send the critics to hell | |
| With the sound of our voices | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don't tell me | |
| Don't tell me where I don't belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, | |
| Don't tell me... where I don't belong | |
| I wonder why you're oh so full of shit | |
| You'll be knocked on the floor | |
| So don't you push that precious sweat | |
| Oh you judge his secrecy on shit | |
| You'll be knocked on the floor | |
| So don't you play | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don't tell me | |
| Don't tell me where I don't belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, | |
| Don't tell me... where I don't belong. |
| zuo qu : From First To Last | |
| What would you say? | |
| This blood is thick | |
| This blemished face | |
| With a dark crooked nose | |
| And a chance to say | |
| Whatever it wanted | |
| Through its blemished throat | |
| Or be alone | |
| Would you give a | |
| If only to her | |
| Will now depend | |
| Like shallow water | |
| The sound of victim men | |
| Crawling up your walls | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don' t tell me | |
| Don' t tell me where I don' t belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don' t tell me | |
| Don' t tell me where I don' t belong | |
| Oh, I heard a sick, sad voice | |
| It was honesty, I turned to her and said | |
| We need to be medicated | |
| And you' re the prescription | |
| For a forced out vision | |
| If you' re with me, send the critics to hell | |
| With the sound of our voices | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don' t tell me | |
| Don' t tell me where I don' t belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, | |
| Don' t tell me... where I don' t belong | |
| I wonder why you' re oh so full of shit | |
| You' ll be knocked on the floor | |
| So don' t you push that precious sweat | |
| Oh you judge his secrecy on shit | |
| You' ll be knocked on the floor | |
| So don' t you play | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don' t tell me | |
| Don' t tell me where I don' t belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, | |
| Don' t tell me... where I don' t belong. |
| zuò qǔ : From First To Last | |
| What would you say? | |
| This blood is thick | |
| This blemished face | |
| With a dark crooked nose | |
| And a chance to say | |
| Whatever it wanted | |
| Through its blemished throat | |
| Or be alone | |
| Would you give a | |
| If only to her | |
| Will now depend | |
| Like shallow water | |
| The sound of victim men | |
| Crawling up your walls | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don' t tell me | |
| Don' t tell me where I don' t belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don' t tell me | |
| Don' t tell me where I don' t belong | |
| Oh, I heard a sick, sad voice | |
| It was honesty, I turned to her and said | |
| We need to be medicated | |
| And you' re the prescription | |
| For a forced out vision | |
| If you' re with me, send the critics to hell | |
| With the sound of our voices | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don' t tell me | |
| Don' t tell me where I don' t belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, | |
| Don' t tell me... where I don' t belong | |
| I wonder why you' re oh so full of shit | |
| You' ll be knocked on the floor | |
| So don' t you push that precious sweat | |
| Oh you judge his secrecy on shit | |
| You' ll be knocked on the floor | |
| So don' t you play | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, don' t tell me | |
| Don' t tell me where I don' t belong | |
| Fake faces everywhere I see | |
| Fake people looking back at me | |
| Sit down, | |
| Don' t tell me... where I don' t belong. |
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