For The Workforce, Drowning 歌词
| 歌曲 | For The Workforce, Drowning |
| 歌手 | Thursday |
| 专辑 | War All The Time |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Falling from the top floor your lungs, fill like parachutes | |
| Windows go rushing by | |
| People inside, dressed for the funeral in black and white | |
| These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet | |
| Trapped in the cubicle without a name, just numbers | |
| On the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete | |
| Please take these hands, throw them in the river | |
| Wash away the things they never held | |
| Please take these hands, throw me in the river | |
| Don’t let me drown before the workday ends9 to 59 to 5 | |
| And we're up to our necks, drowning in the seconds | |
| Ingesting the morning commute lost in a dead subway sleep | |
| We lie wide awake in our parent’s beds, tossing and turning | |
| Tomorrow we'll get up drive to work | |
| Single file with everyday it's like the last | |
| Waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve? | |
| Please take these hands, throw them in the river | |
| Wash away the things they never held | |
| Please take these hands, throw me in the river | |
| Don’t let me drown before the workday ends | |
| Just keep making copies, of copies, of copies | |
| When will it end? | |
| It'll never end, 'til it gets so bad | |
| That the ink fills in our fingerprints | |
| And the silhouette of your own face | |
| Becomes the black cloud of war | |
| And even in our dreams we're so afraid | |
| The weight will offset who we are | |
| All those breaths that you took | |
| Have now been canceled in your lungs | |
| Last night my teeth fell out | |
| Like ivory typewriter keys | |
| And all the monuments and skyscrapers | |
| Burned down and filled the sea | |
| Save our ship, the anchor is part of the desk | |
| We can't cut free, the water is flooding the decks | |
| The memos sent through the currents, computers spark like flares | |
| I can see them, they don't touch me, touch me | |
| Please someone | |
| Teach me how to swim | |
| Please, don't let me drown | |
| Please, don't let me drown |
| zuo ci : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Falling from the top floor your lungs, fill like parachutes | |
| Windows go rushing by | |
| People inside, dressed for the funeral in black and white | |
| These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet | |
| Trapped in the cubicle without a name, just numbers | |
| On the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete | |
| Please take these hands, throw them in the river | |
| Wash away the things they never held | |
| Please take these hands, throw me in the river | |
| Don' t let me drown before the workday ends9 to 59 to 5 | |
| And we' re up to our necks, drowning in the seconds | |
| Ingesting the morning commute lost in a dead subway sleep | |
| We lie wide awake in our parent' s beds, tossing and turning | |
| Tomorrow we' ll get up drive to work | |
| Single file with everyday it' s like the last | |
| Waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve? | |
| Please take these hands, throw them in the river | |
| Wash away the things they never held | |
| Please take these hands, throw me in the river | |
| Don' t let me drown before the workday ends | |
| Just keep making copies, of copies, of copies | |
| When will it end? | |
| It' ll never end, ' til it gets so bad | |
| That the ink fills in our fingerprints | |
| And the silhouette of your own face | |
| Becomes the black cloud of war | |
| And even in our dreams we' re so afraid | |
| The weight will offset who we are | |
| All those breaths that you took | |
| Have now been canceled in your lungs | |
| Last night my teeth fell out | |
| Like ivory typewriter keys | |
| And all the monuments and skyscrapers | |
| Burned down and filled the sea | |
| Save our ship, the anchor is part of the desk | |
| We can' t cut free, the water is flooding the decks | |
| The memos sent through the currents, computers spark like flares | |
| I can see them, they don' t touch me, touch me | |
| Please someone | |
| Teach me how to swim | |
| Please, don' t let me drown | |
| Please, don' t let me drown |
| zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
| Falling from the top floor your lungs, fill like parachutes | |
| Windows go rushing by | |
| People inside, dressed for the funeral in black and white | |
| These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet | |
| Trapped in the cubicle without a name, just numbers | |
| On the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete | |
| Please take these hands, throw them in the river | |
| Wash away the things they never held | |
| Please take these hands, throw me in the river | |
| Don' t let me drown before the workday ends9 to 59 to 5 | |
| And we' re up to our necks, drowning in the seconds | |
| Ingesting the morning commute lost in a dead subway sleep | |
| We lie wide awake in our parent' s beds, tossing and turning | |
| Tomorrow we' ll get up drive to work | |
| Single file with everyday it' s like the last | |
| Waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve? | |
| Please take these hands, throw them in the river | |
| Wash away the things they never held | |
| Please take these hands, throw me in the river | |
| Don' t let me drown before the workday ends | |
| Just keep making copies, of copies, of copies | |
| When will it end? | |
| It' ll never end, ' til it gets so bad | |
| That the ink fills in our fingerprints | |
| And the silhouette of your own face | |
| Becomes the black cloud of war | |
| And even in our dreams we' re so afraid | |
| The weight will offset who we are | |
| All those breaths that you took | |
| Have now been canceled in your lungs | |
| Last night my teeth fell out | |
| Like ivory typewriter keys | |
| And all the monuments and skyscrapers | |
| Burned down and filled the sea | |
| Save our ship, the anchor is part of the desk | |
| We can' t cut free, the water is flooding the decks | |
| The memos sent through the currents, computers spark like flares | |
| I can see them, they don' t touch me, touch me | |
| Please someone | |
| Teach me how to swim | |
| Please, don' t let me drown | |
| Please, don' t let me drown |
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