Nhạc sĩ: Randy Blythe, Mark Morton, John Campbell, Chris Adler | Lời: Randy Blythe, Mark Morton, John Campbell, Chris Adler
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The public wants What the public gets As for us Let's hope One day we'll Decay along the way What? Temperature unforeseeable Unchallenged war for our sacred To discover so far Now Disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear Never again For nothing else Signs of pain Of blood, spills Thorns and wounds Come out alive I am the same So carry me away More than I may be the same Well, for me seem all The world disorder is happening Choking on poison and Pouring whiskey into A crescent moon Lacerations inside To wipe off the panic I'm still the god Living on weight Autonomy Reality I am the world I'm the world The world To discover More than words