Hexagram
Paint the streets in white
Death is the standard breach for a complex prize
I think it's sweet of you and your parents are proud
But I wouldn't expect it from anyone not to protect life's indigenous sound
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play
Worship, play
Worship, worship, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play
Worship, worship
How the streets they swell
While the animals make their way through the crowds
If you keep listening you can hear it for miles
God I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile
Worship, play, play
Worship, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, worship, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, worship, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play
Worship, worship
And the crowd goes wild
And the camera makes you seasick
God, it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud
And the car bomb hits quick, click, click, click, faint smile
It's the same sound
It's the same, same sound
And the crowd goes wild
And the camera makes you seasick
God, it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud
And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound
It's the same sound
With the same sound
Hexagrama
Pinte as ruas de branco
Morte é a quebra do padrão por um prêmio complexo
Eu acho tão gentil da sua parte, e seus pais estão orgulhosos
Mas eu não esperaria que alguém não protegesse o som indígena da vida
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque
Louve, toque
Louve, louve, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque
Louve, louve
As ruas enchem
Enquanto os animais adentram a platéia
Se você continuar ouvindo, dá pra ouvir há quilômetros
Deus, eu confio em todo mundo mais rápido com cada sorriso fraco
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, louve, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, louve, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque, toque
Louve, toque
Louve, louve
E a platéia vai à loucura
E a câmera te dá náusea
Deus, é tão gentil da sua parte, e eu sei que você está orgulhoso
E o carro bomba acerta rápidamente, clique, clique, clique, sorriso fraco
É o mesmo som
É o mesmo, mesmo som
E a platéia vai à loucura
E a câmera te dá náusea
Deus, é tão gentil da sua parte, e você sabe que estou orgulhoso
E o carro bomba faz tic-tac com o mesmo som
É o mesmo som
Com o mesmo som