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
New World Torture Video (MV)
Performed By: While She Sleeps
Length: 4:40
Written by: SEAN LONG, AARAN MACKENZIE, ADAM SAVAGE, LAWRENCE TAYLOR, MATTHEW WELSH
While She Sleeps - New World Torture Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: SEAN LONG, AARAN MACKENZIE, ADAM SAVAGE, LAWRENCE TAYLOR, MATTHEW WELSH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management