[00:00.000] 作词 : Kristen Sturgis
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kristen Sturgis/Izzy Nieman/Kiarely Castillo/Janel Duarte/Joey Sturgis/Jon Eberhard/Samantha Landa
[00:36.787]Face your annihilation
[00:43.792]Face your existential reckoning
[00:50.687]Obsession, crawling out of our own skin
[00:57.531]Our appetite is limitless
[01:01.324]Disillusioned, we overstate our significance
[01:09.871]In the ashes of our negligence
[01:13.273]Defending our consumption, underneath a deadened sky
[01:21.829]All hail to our selfish pride, what a legacy to leave behind
[01:31.941]Can you face what we've become
[01:36.706]Waiting on the tide to rise while we live on borrowed time
[01:42.860]There's nowhere left to run
[01:47.961]Waiting on the smoke to rise, close your eyes
[01:51.795]Welcome to paradise
[02:01.198]Grave digging, pull down your window shades
[02:08.142]If you don't look then it won't decay
[02:12.288]Indifference, we're dancing on our own graves
[02:20.837]We all go out the way we came
[02:24.110]Powerless to stop
[02:25.405]What we became
[02:26.768]Blot out the Sun
[02:28.157]The ground gives way
[02:29.630]One more mistake
[02:30.993]Till we suffocate
[02:32.421]No one here is safe
[02:33.864]Powerless to stop
[02:35.270]What we became
[02:36.626]Blot out the Sun
[02:38.016]The ground gives way
[02:39.440]One more mistake
[02:40.860]You should be afraid
[02:42.175]The reaper is coming
[02:43.608]He will be paid
[02:49.394]Hasten our demise
[02:55.160]Nailed to a vice
[03:00.818]Marching in our own ****ing disgusting cesspool paradise
[03:07.598]Can you face what we've become
[03:12.643]Waiting on the tide to rise while we live on borrowed time
[03:18.859]There's nowhere left to run
[03:23.962]Waiting on the smoke to rise, close your eyes
[03:27.789]Welcome to paradise
[03:30.584]Oh, we can't see it dying out, little by little
[03:36.317]And we don't know the hell we made
[03:40.059]When we're right in the middle
[03:41.955]On borrowed time, saving change, it's clear as crystal
[03:47.588]They couldn't pay us enough to blow the whistle
[03:54.357]On the road to oblivion (close your eyes)
[03:56.087]Marching in our own death parade
[03:58.890]Close your eyes feel the rhythm (breathe the smoke)
[04:01.788]An ancient debt that will be paid
[04:04.544]On the road to oblivion (close your eyes)
[04:07.421]Marching in our own death parade
[04:10.251]Close your eyes feel the rhythm
[04:13.117]Welcome to paradise

作词 : Kristen Sturgis
作曲 : Kristen Sturgis/Izzy Nieman/Kiarely Castillo/Janel Duarte/Joey Sturgis/Jon Eberhard/Samantha Landa
Face your annihilation
Face your existential reckoning
Obsession, crawling out of our own skin
Our appetite is limitless
Disillusioned, we overstate our significance
In the ashes of our negligence
Defending our consumption, underneath a deadened sky
All hail to our selfish pride, what a legacy to leave behind
Can you face what we've become
Waiting on the tide to rise while we live on borrowed time
There's nowhere left to run
Waiting on the smoke to rise, close your eyes
Welcome to paradise
Grave digging, pull down your window shades
If you don't look then it won't decay
Indifference, we're dancing on our own graves
We all go out the way we came
Powerless to stop
What we became
Blot out the Sun
The ground gives way
One more mistake
Till we suffocate
No one here is safe
Powerless to stop
What we became
Blot out the Sun
The ground gives way
One more mistake
You should be afraid
The reaper is coming
He will be paid
Hasten our demise
Nailed to a vice
Marching in our own ****ing disgusting cesspool paradise
Can you face what we've become
Waiting on the tide to rise while we live on borrowed time
There's nowhere left to run
Waiting on the smoke to rise, close your eyes
Welcome to paradise
Oh, we can't see it dying out, little by little
And we don't know the hell we made
When we're right in the middle
On borrowed time, saving change, it's clear as crystal
They couldn't pay us enough to blow the whistle
On the road to oblivion (close your eyes)
Marching in our own death parade
Close your eyes feel the rhythm (breathe the smoke)
An ancient debt that will be paid
On the road to oblivion (close your eyes)
Marching in our own death parade
Close your eyes feel the rhythm
Welcome to paradise