| 歌曲 | Blindhammer |
| 歌手 | Assemblage 23 |
| 专辑 | Defiance |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Shear | |
| All our father's backs are broken | |
| And our prophets are insane | |
| There is no one left to guide us | |
| No catalyst for change | |
| We are too young to know better | |
| But frailty comes with age | |
| So we run towards | |
| Armageddon | |
| While our legs still have the strength | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can't see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We're unable to assuage | |
| All our best days are behind us | |
| And the path's strewn with debris | |
| That we'll sweep beneath the carpet | |
| Where no one else will see | |
| We live beneath the specter | |
| Of an omnipresent doom | |
| We know for sure it's coming | |
| It's just a question of how soon | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can't see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We're unable to assuage | |
| The world has changed around us | |
| And our vision's grown opaque | |
| We believe we have the answers | |
| But never learn from our mistakes | |
| There's a gift that sits before us | |
| But it's barely out of reach | |
| So we turn our backs and walk away | |
| And sing our souls to sleep | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can't see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We're unable to assuage |
| zuo qu : Shear | |
| All our father' s backs are broken | |
| And our prophets are insane | |
| There is no one left to guide us | |
| No catalyst for change | |
| We are too young to know better | |
| But frailty comes with age | |
| So we run towards | |
| Armageddon | |
| While our legs still have the strength | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can' t see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We' re unable to assuage | |
| All our best days are behind us | |
| And the path' s strewn with debris | |
| That we' ll sweep beneath the carpet | |
| Where no one else will see | |
| We live beneath the specter | |
| Of an omnipresent doom | |
| We know for sure it' s coming | |
| It' s just a question of how soon | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can' t see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We' re unable to assuage | |
| The world has changed around us | |
| And our vision' s grown opaque | |
| We believe we have the answers | |
| But never learn from our mistakes | |
| There' s a gift that sits before us | |
| But it' s barely out of reach | |
| So we turn our backs and walk away | |
| And sing our souls to sleep | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can' t see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We' re unable to assuage |
| zuò qǔ : Shear | |
| All our father' s backs are broken | |
| And our prophets are insane | |
| There is no one left to guide us | |
| No catalyst for change | |
| We are too young to know better | |
| But frailty comes with age | |
| So we run towards | |
| Armageddon | |
| While our legs still have the strength | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can' t see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We' re unable to assuage | |
| All our best days are behind us | |
| And the path' s strewn with debris | |
| That we' ll sweep beneath the carpet | |
| Where no one else will see | |
| We live beneath the specter | |
| Of an omnipresent doom | |
| We know for sure it' s coming | |
| It' s just a question of how soon | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can' t see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We' re unable to assuage | |
| The world has changed around us | |
| And our vision' s grown opaque | |
| We believe we have the answers | |
| But never learn from our mistakes | |
| There' s a gift that sits before us | |
| But it' s barely out of reach | |
| So we turn our backs and walk away | |
| And sing our souls to sleep | |
| And like a blind hammer | |
| That destroys what it can' t see | |
| Tear down the walls of progress | |
| And spit on our ancestry | |
| Indiscriminate | |
| And full of empty rage | |
| Gunning down the fields of fear | |
| We' re unable to assuage |