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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonas van der Plas
Songwriter
Lewis Reeves
Songwriter
歌詞
Are you ready for the terror
Are you ready for the terror
My sigil, thumb bones, rusted nails
I will throw up the flag and I will wait for you to fail
Check the pavement. These teeth, they are a trail
This requisition, the bi-product of your betrayal
Puncture the cornea, pure euphoria
Eyes out of context, ignoring the nausea
This is my home. This is my utopia
One way in, no way out
Pure fucking phobia
Are you ready for the terror
Are you ready for the terror
Are you ready for the terror
Are you ready for the terror
Puncture the cornea, pure euphoria
Eyes out of context, ignoring the nausea
This is my home. This is my utopia
One way in, no way out
Pure fucking phobia
One way in, no way out
This is my home. This is my utopia
One way in, no way out
Pure fucking phobia
One way in, no way out
My sigil, thumb bones, rusted nails
I will throw up the flag and I will wait for you to fail
Check the pavement. These teeth, they are a trail
This requisition, the bi-product of your betrayal
Puncture the cornea, pure euphoria
Eyes out of context, ignoring the nausea
This is my home. This is my utopia
One way in, no way out
Pure fucking phobia
Are you ready for the terror
Are you ready for the terror
My sigil, thumb bones, rusted nails
I will throw up the flag and I will wait for you to fail
Check the pavement. These teeth, they are a trail
This requisition, the bi-product of your betrayal
Puncture the cornea, pure euphoria
Eyes out of context, ignoring the nausea
This is my home. This is my utopia
One way in, no way out
Pure fucking phobia
Are you ready for the terror
Are you ready for the terror
Are you ready for the terror
Are you ready for the terror
Puncture the cornea, pure euphoria
Eyes out of context, ignoring the nausea
This is my home. This is my utopia
One way in, no way out
Pure fucking phobia
One way in, no way out
This is my home. This is my utopia
One way in, no way out
Pure fucking phobia
One way in, no way out
My sigil, thumb bones, rusted nails
I will throw up the flag and I will wait for you to fail
Check the pavement. These teeth, they are a trail
This requisition, the bi-product of your betrayal
Puncture the cornea, pure euphoria
Eyes out of context, ignoring the nausea
This is my home. This is my utopia
One way in, no way out
Pure fucking phobia
Written by: Jonas van der Plas, Lewis Reeves
