歌曲 | Echelons To Molotovs |
歌手 | The Human Abstract |
专辑 | Nocturne |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ells, Human Abstract ... | |
Standing, strong and tall. | |
Outside hear their call. | |
Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
Don't pity our cause, for the laws you've disowned. | |
Pagan prophecy has come to be. | |
Thrown molotovs mark the fall of a throne. | |
And dead philosophy, we're not to be owned. | |
Paid slaves heed to the masters voice, | |
The scales offset without a choice. | |
Debts of the spirit. | |
Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
Tear down the wall, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl. | |
No chance of your own conscience turning the tide. |
zuo qu : Ells, Human Abstract ... | |
Standing, strong and tall. | |
Outside hear their call. | |
Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
Don' t pity our cause, for the laws you' ve disowned. | |
Pagan prophecy has come to be. | |
Thrown molotovs mark the fall of a throne. | |
And dead philosophy, we' re not to be owned. | |
Paid slaves heed to the masters voice, | |
The scales offset without a choice. | |
Debts of the spirit. | |
Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
Tear down the wall, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl. | |
No chance of your own conscience turning the tide. |
zuò qǔ : Ells, Human Abstract ... | |
Standing, strong and tall. | |
Outside hear their call. | |
Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
Don' t pity our cause, for the laws you' ve disowned. | |
Pagan prophecy has come to be. | |
Thrown molotovs mark the fall of a throne. | |
And dead philosophy, we' re not to be owned. | |
Paid slaves heed to the masters voice, | |
The scales offset without a choice. | |
Debts of the spirit. | |
Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
Tear down the wall, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl. | |
No chance of your own conscience turning the tide. |