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  • 标题:New World Torture

    艺人:While She Sleeps

    节拍: Moderate ♩ = 130

    歌词:
    We are the underground
    They know nothing of our sound
    We are the underground
    They know nothing of our sound

    This one's for the pigs at the top
    You know nothing of us
    You know nothing of us
    We're in the gutter singing
    We won't give up
    With our fingers crossed
    Baptized in blood
    Sick of watching with our mouths sewn shut
    Raise the flag, sound alarms
    Look at the state of me, you, us

    Brainwashed [16x]

    Are you skeptic?
    Born and bred negative?
    Are you dead set suffering?
    Giving up?
    Are you spoon fed?
    Coughing up the ignorance?
    Are you brain dead?
    Loathing? Pulling at teeth?

    Kill or cure
    This is new world torture
    Kill or cure
    This is new world torture

    If we have to kill the living to live
    Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease
    (We won't follow)
    They'll lead us straight to the grave
    (There's no sorrow)
    Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris

    This is new world torture
    Yeah

    We're fighting fighting with fighting
    Our unity is divided
    This is the system declining on us
    Put a nail in my coffin and light it up
    Our condition is critical

    We're fighting fighting with fighting
    Our unity is divided
    This is the system declining on us
    Put a nail in my coffin and light it up
    Our condition is critical

    If we have to kill the living to live
    Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease
    (We won't follow)
    They'll lead us straight to the grave
    (There's no sorrow)
    Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris

    If we have to kill the living to live
    Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease
    (We won't follow)
    They'll lead us straight to the grave
    (There's no sorrow)
    Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris

    Seamless as it was
    Before the winter came
    The trenches will shelter our young
    While we ration others save
    We came paired for the worst
    Frantic, out of luck
    Chosen by our tragedies
    To make the best of us
    To make the best of us (Hey)
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