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Discussion in 'REQUESTS' started by ShitsLeopold, Oct 8, 2015.

  1. ShitsLeopold

    ShitsLeopold Member New Member


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    Jun 16, 2015
     
    I'm trying to write down by ear the lyrics to Last Transmission by Hail Seizures and I'm almost certainty wrong, so if anyone can listen to the song and correct what you thing is wrong that would be awesome.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdDDp5ugPvI

    Insistence brought on the screens of life
    this screens just the death of peace of mind
    distort and control depictions
    shameful most of the worlds addicted
    in the face of the tirade
    without our shackles the views can be sold of our grace
    of our mitigated fantasizes
    where none the wiser but sill smell the stench were breathing
    persistent like death in a waist land
    the bombs always drop yet my guitar has been removed by law
    resistance born by silencing
    sinks like a stone in the place of complacency
    pledge wooh our god arise
    into dead body light
    disfigured, battered, shadows
    bask in the glow of terminal sight

    step in to all the flood lights cracked out
    and misery
    were reaching out for the truth
    its the celebrity undone dispatch
    untouched done with adulation
    dyeing story
    symptoms of systems their lying while all of you are
    cracked out each day
    on top the flood while catching the drought
    but this has been played out
    out

    its like your watching the last transmission
    the future us and its all a waist
    its like savages would like to meet us
    buried down in the coffin and shut
    its like your watching the last transmission
    same old shit from the old days
    cross your finger torn open doors frame
    pulling your window your coffin is shut

    playing static
    getting incite into nothing

    its like your watching the last transmission
    the future us and its all a waist
    its like savages would like to meet us
    buried down in the coffin and shut
    its like your watching the last transmission
    same old shit from the old days
    cross your finger torn open doors frame
    pulling your window your coffin is shut

    Into nothing
     

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