Radioactive
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โฑ๏ธ 3:08 duration
๐ ID: 3798110
๐ Lyrics
Would you like to become Dante's Companion in his grim cathode,
Following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation?
This concrete shelter is our nest now,
A beautiful vase without a flower.
We left above us a dark minefield,
Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
The electric fire is the breath of our god
And its murmuring sound, damnation.
We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home.
Radioactive
Pretending there is nothing to regret,
No monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our
Fathers.
We left above us a minefield,
Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
It is our gift for the cockroaches,
An infrared place to lay their little eggs.
Radioactive
Following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation?
This concrete shelter is our nest now,
A beautiful vase without a flower.
We left above us a dark minefield,
Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
The electric fire is the breath of our god
And its murmuring sound, damnation.
We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home.
Radioactive
Pretending there is nothing to regret,
No monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our
Fathers.
We left above us a minefield,
Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
It is our gift for the cockroaches,
An infrared place to lay their little eggs.
Radioactive
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:32.44] Would you like to become Dante's Companion in his grim cathode,
[00:37.92] Following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation?
[00:43.31] This concrete shelter is our nest now,
[00:47.86] A beautiful vase without a flower.
[00:53.26] We left above us a dark minefield,
[00:58.65] Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
[01:02.21] The electric fire is the breath of our god
[01:04.08] And its murmuring sound, damnation.
[01:06.82] We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home.
[01:25.79] Radioactive
[01:44.73] Pretending there is nothing to regret,
[01:49.22] No monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our
[01:54.67] Fathers.
[01:55.59] We left above us a minefield,
[01:59.10] Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
[02:05.51] It is our gift for the cockroaches,
[02:10.02] An infrared place to lay their little eggs.
[02:28.02] Radioactive
[03:00.50]
[00:37.92] Following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation?
[00:43.31] This concrete shelter is our nest now,
[00:47.86] A beautiful vase without a flower.
[00:53.26] We left above us a dark minefield,
[00:58.65] Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
[01:02.21] The electric fire is the breath of our god
[01:04.08] And its murmuring sound, damnation.
[01:06.82] We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home.
[01:25.79] Radioactive
[01:44.73] Pretending there is nothing to regret,
[01:49.22] No monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our
[01:54.67] Fathers.
[01:55.59] We left above us a minefield,
[01:59.10] Seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
[02:05.51] It is our gift for the cockroaches,
[02:10.02] An infrared place to lay their little eggs.
[02:28.02] Radioactive
[03:00.50]