| Song | Invisible Leader |
| Artist | Fucked Up |
| Album | Hidden World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : ****ed Up, Pink Eyes | |
| Rip the flesh with our gnashing teeth, | |
| The inside of the dying beast, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch,To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| Will it cleanse the rot from our souls? | |
| Will it help to saves us from the fires below? | |
| Throw the stones and smash the citadel, | |
| Search the ruins of the fort that fell, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch,To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| Will it cleanse the rot from our souls? | |
| Will it help to saves us from the fires below? | |
| Trying to hold on to what fell through our hands, | |
| Like using a sieve to move the sands, | |
| Over, under, inside and out, | |
| A fanatic's zeal erases any burden of doubt, | |
| Quest for the blood of | |
| Christ,Peerlessly on the blade of a knife, | |
| Try to ensure life without end, | |
| Living in fear of committing mortal sin, | |
| Cut down all the forest trees, | |
| Search the horizon for what is now seen, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch,To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| And we pray | |
| And we pray | |
| Take the pick and drive it into the soil, | |
| Dig without hands until we find the oil, | |
| Marching forward faith obscures what's wrong, | |
| For at the end of the day the lamb and the goat are still fused as one. |
| zuo qu : ed Up, Pink Eyes | |
| Rip the flesh with our gnashing teeth, | |
| The inside of the dying beast, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch, To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| Will it cleanse the rot from our souls? | |
| Will it help to saves us from the fires below? | |
| Throw the stones and smash the citadel, | |
| Search the ruins of the fort that fell, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch, To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| Will it cleanse the rot from our souls? | |
| Will it help to saves us from the fires below? | |
| Trying to hold on to what fell through our hands, | |
| Like using a sieve to move the sands, | |
| Over, under, inside and out, | |
| A fanatic' s zeal erases any burden of doubt, | |
| Quest for the blood of | |
| Christ, Peerlessly on the blade of a knife, | |
| Try to ensure life without end, | |
| Living in fear of committing mortal sin, | |
| Cut down all the forest trees, | |
| Search the horizon for what is now seen, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch, To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| And we pray | |
| And we pray | |
| Take the pick and drive it into the soil, | |
| Dig without hands until we find the oil, | |
| Marching forward faith obscures what' s wrong, | |
| For at the end of the day the lamb and the goat are still fused as one. |
| zuò qǔ : ed Up, Pink Eyes | |
| Rip the flesh with our gnashing teeth, | |
| The inside of the dying beast, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch, To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| Will it cleanse the rot from our souls? | |
| Will it help to saves us from the fires below? | |
| Throw the stones and smash the citadel, | |
| Search the ruins of the fort that fell, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch, To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| Will it cleanse the rot from our souls? | |
| Will it help to saves us from the fires below? | |
| Trying to hold on to what fell through our hands, | |
| Like using a sieve to move the sands, | |
| Over, under, inside and out, | |
| A fanatic' s zeal erases any burden of doubt, | |
| Quest for the blood of | |
| Christ, Peerlessly on the blade of a knife, | |
| Try to ensure life without end, | |
| Living in fear of committing mortal sin, | |
| Cut down all the forest trees, | |
| Search the horizon for what is now seen, | |
| From the book of | |
| Enoch, To the bible codes, | |
| We spend the final days still looking for that gold, | |
| And when we find it, how will we know? | |
| And we pray | |
| And we pray | |
| Take the pick and drive it into the soil, | |
| Dig without hands until we find the oil, | |
| Marching forward faith obscures what' s wrong, | |
| For at the end of the day the lamb and the goat are still fused as one. |