[00:00.00] 作曲 : Robert Bloomfield/Hunter Walls/David Matthew Hasting/Mathis Arnell
[00:00.00] I think im getting use to all my demons; same faces, different seasons
[00:26.34]As time goes on they keep coming back.The nights I lie awake, tossing,
[00:32.82]tortured; same places, different seaons.
[00:35.79]As time goes on they keep coming back, coming back.
[00:49.56]Just leave us alone.
[00:57.96]I heard once that sleep is for the week, I guess the stronger the eyes, the
[01:06.84]stronger the meek.
[01:17.85]Alot of the time we're our own worst enemies.
[01:22.56]Reasoning with the voice in our minds, just doesnt make sense to me.
[01:26.91]Just leave us alone.
[01:32.70]I heard once that sleep is for the week, I guess the stronger the eyes, the
[01:55.77]stronger the meek.
[01:57.60]Alot of the time we're our own worst enemies.
[02:57.00]A tongue bitten off by a mouth afraid to speak, Mouths filling with blood,
[03:03.39]staining their teeth.
[03:07.14]Cruelty is what they drink, And violence is what they eat.
[03:11.67]Mouths filling with blood staining their teeth. Destruction is what they drink
[03:18.30]and horror is what they eat.
[03:20.91]We'll never be the same so just let us be.
[03:34.86]Violence, cruelty, destruction, horror.
[03:44.37]Theyre like vultures picking at their pray.
[04:08.88]Just leave us alone.

作曲 : Robert Bloomfield/Hunter Walls/David Matthew Hasting/Mathis Arnell
I think im getting use to all my demons; same faces, different seasons
As time goes on they keep coming back.The nights I lie awake, tossing,
tortured; same places, different seaons.
As time goes on they keep coming back, coming back.
Just leave us alone.
I heard once that sleep is for the week, I guess the stronger the eyes, the
stronger the meek.
Alot of the time we're our own worst enemies.
Reasoning with the voice in our minds, just doesnt make sense to me.
Just leave us alone.
I heard once that sleep is for the week, I guess the stronger the eyes, the
stronger the meek.
Alot of the time we're our own worst enemies.
A tongue bitten off by a mouth afraid to speak, Mouths filling with blood,
staining their teeth.
Cruelty is what they drink, And violence is what they eat.
Mouths filling with blood staining their teeth. Destruction is what they drink
and horror is what they eat.
We'll never be the same so just let us be.
Violence, cruelty, destruction, horror.
Theyre like vultures picking at their pray.
Just leave us alone.