| Song | The Train Bridge |
| Artist | Twelve Tribes |
| Album | The Rebirth Of Tragedy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
| Welcome to the inside | |
| The dim light of revolution personified | |
| Where your god is an assortment of colors and lines | |
| In the city some days | |
| I hear the train coming | |
| Like a three fold armageddon swallowing time | |
| I feel the ocean coming alive | |
| The rain falls like gunfire | |
| And the sky falls apart | |
| You are not who you say you are | |
| I am counterfeit | |
| We live on top of the most beautiful world | |
| It's not real, we're running out of time as it is | |
| I am counterfeit | |
| Save your breath, save your breath | |
| There are some places where the beauty does not reach | |
| The rain storms flood the dead streets with innocent blood | |
| Drowning your salvation in the undertow of your god | |
| What have you become | |
| I remember to tread water | |
| I'm not breathing in (Your sins show who you really are) | |
| As I feel the ocean coming alive | |
| I am less human inside | |
| The streets run with the blood of the sanctified | |
| Nothing has ever felt so cold as the silence tonight | |
| In the city some days | |
| I hear the train coming | |
| I am waiting to destroy this image of life | |
| We live on top of the most beautiful world | |
| It's not real, we're running out of time as it is | |
| My name will crash these walls | |
| And you will know my name is revolution | |
| For the last time |
| zuo qu : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
| Welcome to the inside | |
| The dim light of revolution personified | |
| Where your god is an assortment of colors and lines | |
| In the city some days | |
| I hear the train coming | |
| Like a three fold armageddon swallowing time | |
| I feel the ocean coming alive | |
| The rain falls like gunfire | |
| And the sky falls apart | |
| You are not who you say you are | |
| I am counterfeit | |
| We live on top of the most beautiful world | |
| It' s not real, we' re running out of time as it is | |
| I am counterfeit | |
| Save your breath, save your breath | |
| There are some places where the beauty does not reach | |
| The rain storms flood the dead streets with innocent blood | |
| Drowning your salvation in the undertow of your god | |
| What have you become | |
| I remember to tread water | |
| I' m not breathing in Your sins show who you really are | |
| As I feel the ocean coming alive | |
| I am less human inside | |
| The streets run with the blood of the sanctified | |
| Nothing has ever felt so cold as the silence tonight | |
| In the city some days | |
| I hear the train coming | |
| I am waiting to destroy this image of life | |
| We live on top of the most beautiful world | |
| It' s not real, we' re running out of time as it is | |
| My name will crash these walls | |
| And you will know my name is revolution | |
| For the last time |
| zuò qǔ : Jackson, Twelve Tribes | |
| Welcome to the inside | |
| The dim light of revolution personified | |
| Where your god is an assortment of colors and lines | |
| In the city some days | |
| I hear the train coming | |
| Like a three fold armageddon swallowing time | |
| I feel the ocean coming alive | |
| The rain falls like gunfire | |
| And the sky falls apart | |
| You are not who you say you are | |
| I am counterfeit | |
| We live on top of the most beautiful world | |
| It' s not real, we' re running out of time as it is | |
| I am counterfeit | |
| Save your breath, save your breath | |
| There are some places where the beauty does not reach | |
| The rain storms flood the dead streets with innocent blood | |
| Drowning your salvation in the undertow of your god | |
| What have you become | |
| I remember to tread water | |
| I' m not breathing in Your sins show who you really are | |
| As I feel the ocean coming alive | |
| I am less human inside | |
| The streets run with the blood of the sanctified | |
| Nothing has ever felt so cold as the silence tonight | |
| In the city some days | |
| I hear the train coming | |
| I am waiting to destroy this image of life | |
| We live on top of the most beautiful world | |
| It' s not real, we' re running out of time as it is | |
| My name will crash these walls | |
| And you will know my name is revolution | |
| For the last time |