We are the underground They know nothing of our sound. We are the underground They know nothing of our sound. This one's for the pigs at the top You know nothing of us You know nothing of us We're in the gutter singing We wont give up With our fingers crossed Baptized in blood. Sick of watching with our mouths sewn shut. Raise the flag, sound alarms. Look at the state of me, you, us. (BRAINWASHED) Are you skeptic? Born and bred, negative? Are you dead set suffering? Giving up? Are you spoon fed? Coughing up the ignorance? Are you brain dead? Loathing, pulling at teeth? Kill or cure. This is new world torture. Kill or cure. This is new world torture. If we have to kill the living to live Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease (We wont follow) They'll lead us straight to the grave. (There's no sorrow) Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris. This is new world torture. We're fighting fighting with fighting Our unity is divided. This is the system declining on us. Put a nail in my coffin and light it up. Our condition is critical. We're fighting fighting with fighting Our unity is divided. This is the system declining on us. Put a nail in my coffin and light it up. Our condition is critical. If we have to kill the living to live Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease (We wont follow) They'll lead us straight to the grave. (There's no sorrow) Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris. If we have to kill the living to live Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease (We wont follow) They'll lead us straight to the grave. (There's no sorrow) Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris. Seamless as it was, Before the winter came. The trenches will shelter our young. While we ration, others save. We came paired for the worst Frantic, out of luck. Chosen by our tragedies, To make the best of us. To make the best of us.
[00:00.63]We are the underground [00:04.85]They know nothing of our sound. [00:08.84]We are the underground [00:12.86]They know nothing of our sound. [00:19.14]This one's for the pigs at the top [00:21.85]You know nothing of us [00:23.17]You know nothing of us [00:26.43]We're in the gutter singing [00:28.00]We wont give up [00:29.60]With our fingers crossed [00:31.72]Baptized in blood. [00:34.53]Sick of watching with our mouths sewn shut. [00:38.30]Raise the flag, sound alarms. [00:42.60]Look at the state of me, you, us. [00:47.28](BRAINWASHED) [01:02.00]Are you skeptic? [01:03.51]Born and bred, negative? [01:06.08]Are you dead set suffering? [01:08.64]Giving up? [01:10.25]Are you spoon fed? [01:11.60]Coughing up the ignorance? [01:14.33]Are you brain dead? [01:15.69]Loathing, pulling at teeth? [01:20.66]Kill or cure. [01:27.20]This is new world torture. [01:28.80]Kill or cure. [01:34.34]This is new world torture. [01:37.50]If we have to kill the living to live [01:41.32]Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease [01:44.59](We wont follow) [01:46.45]They'll lead us straight to the grave. [01:48.41](There's no sorrow) [01:50.25]Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris. [01:53.92]This is new world torture. [02:14.20]We're fighting fighting with fighting [02:16.42]Our unity is divided. [02:18.33]This is the system declining on us. [02:24.01]Put a nail in my coffin and light it up. [02:28.05]Our condition is critical. [02:47.14]We're fighting fighting with fighting [02:48.80]Our unity is divided. [02:50.76]This is the system declining on us. [02:56.40]Put a nail in my coffin and light it up. [03:00.48]Our condition is critical. [03:03.48]If we have to kill the living to live [03:07.31]Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease [03:10.53](We wont follow) [03:12.70]They'll lead us straight to the grave. [03:14.55](There's no sorrow) [03:16.62]Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris. [03:19.68]If we have to kill the living to live [03:23.57]Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease [03:26.79](We wont follow) [03:28.80]They'll lead us straight to the grave. [03:30.86](There's no sorrow) [03:32.02]Convinced the answer's in the dust and debris. [03:36.05]Seamless as it was, [03:39.06]Before the winter came. [03:43.59]The trenches will shelter our young. [03:47.17]While we ration, others save. [03:51.50]We came paired for the worst [03:55.92]Frantic, out of luck. [03:59.15]Chosen by our tragedies, [04:02.02]To make the best of us. [04:05.53]To make the best of us.
