[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ramin Niroomand/Nick Sampson/Scott Barnes/Mehdi Niroomand/Jarred Dearmas/Sean Bell[00:30.195] Hell rains upon me[00:32.826] With the reigns of atomic end[00:35.605] It doesn’t matter what I believe[00:39.493] Cause in the end it’s all about the means[00:42.176] These winds are no longer safe for breathing[00:46.116] They convey the fatal blow[00:48.357] But a vessel that special delivers its poisons[00:52.037] They’re flowing straight into my lungs[00:54.414] I should have know that it would end this way[00:56.796] But I was locked up, shut down, shoving it all away[01:00.127] I was in denial[01:03.194] And now know you’re all guilty too[01:06.264] You’re all ****ing guilty[01:07.249] There’s a sickness in my body[01:10.125] Every pore, every aperture, an avenue[01:13.182] For the life to escape it's host[01:15.818] Everything I touch I leave my husk behind[01:19.959] Empty bones and undertones of fumes that sear my soul[01:25.079] I’ll repair these tattered lungs[01:27.726] With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue[01:55.492] I’m too sick to move[01:59.191] I’m too weak to make it through[02:04.392] The soil I lay upon has been polluted with the truth[02:11.761] And I’m too sick to move[02:19.671] Arms made of lead along with a shortness of breath[02:24.565] Brought on by armies of dead men[02:27.631] With no sense of regret[02:30.815] There’s a sickness in my body[02:34.081] Every pore, every aperture, an avenue[02:37.058] For the life to escape it's host[02:39.894] Everything I touch I leave my husk behind[02:43.854] Empty bones and undertones of fumes that sear my soul[02:49.035] I’ll repair these tattered lungs[02:51.717] With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue[03:07.646] Now my lungs, are filled with a creeping dose of[03:13.746] Bitter disgust, for the world I used to trust[03:30.775] The world has yet to see, what can truly be unleashed[03:36.878] When you **** with the, intercontinental travesty