| Song | Gunfire Is The Sound Of Freedom |
| Artist | Once Nothing |
| Album | First Came The Law |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lowry, Once Nothing | |
| Put me to sleep and let me wake up without a memory. | |
| I cannot stand the eyes of judgment staring through me. | |
| It's like lead on my chest, concrete around my feet, | |
| a sword down my throat, and poison on my tongue. | |
| Burn it off, the taste. | |
| For too long my teeth kept secrets from escaping my tongue. | |
| So bring your scalpels and cut away. | |
| I cannot settle for mediocrity; it is a leech. | |
| Burn it off. | |
| I have no lover, I've buried them all. | |
| I sleep on a blood soaked mattress, luke-warm. | |
| Stripped away and cast into the fire was my innocence. | |
| My reflection such a pale complexion that I hate. | |
| I have no lover. |
| zuo qu : Lowry, Once Nothing | |
| Put me to sleep and let me wake up without a memory. | |
| I cannot stand the eyes of judgment staring through me. | |
| It' s like lead on my chest, concrete around my feet, | |
| a sword down my throat, and poison on my tongue. | |
| Burn it off, the taste. | |
| For too long my teeth kept secrets from escaping my tongue. | |
| So bring your scalpels and cut away. | |
| I cannot settle for mediocrity it is a leech. | |
| Burn it off. | |
| I have no lover, I' ve buried them all. | |
| I sleep on a blood soaked mattress, lukewarm. | |
| Stripped away and cast into the fire was my innocence. | |
| My reflection such a pale complexion that I hate. | |
| I have no lover. |
| zuò qǔ : Lowry, Once Nothing | |
| Put me to sleep and let me wake up without a memory. | |
| I cannot stand the eyes of judgment staring through me. | |
| It' s like lead on my chest, concrete around my feet, | |
| a sword down my throat, and poison on my tongue. | |
| Burn it off, the taste. | |
| For too long my teeth kept secrets from escaping my tongue. | |
| So bring your scalpels and cut away. | |
| I cannot settle for mediocrity it is a leech. | |
| Burn it off. | |
| I have no lover, I' ve buried them all. | |
| I sleep on a blood soaked mattress, lukewarm. | |
| Stripped away and cast into the fire was my innocence. | |
| My reflection such a pale complexion that I hate. | |
| I have no lover. |