Dawn-Sun/Liliana Giminez

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:03.51]Yeah yeah [00:25.89]This ain't the synapse [00:27.60]Chill factor 60 [00:28.47]Microverse entered [00:30.57]So black it's slip stream [00:34.44]Dip both the headlights [00:36.54]Mountain to the background [00:38.85]Forcefield activate [00:41.94]Operation black cloud [00:42.84]Operation sub source [00:44.34]8 gauge for hand over [00:46.83]Reset the mind field [00:48.54]This is what we planned sober [00:51.06]We stand closer [00:52.26]Fall back to vessel 2 [00:53.91]Team in position [00:55.20]Go smack the destitute [00:56.10]Ready to transmit [00:56.97]Grid map to the free load [01:01.98]Construct the rhythm tall [01:05.79]Stand by to decode [01:09.18]Survey the battlefield like site off all the blacktop [01:11.49]Power up the ammo yield [01:12.90]Close top on blackbox [01:13.68]I exhale the white mist [01:16.14]Cyber brain circus [01:18.78]Locked to pinpoint my sidefix [01:21.75]Brace for the kickback [01:24.30]Soon then I'm [01:25.80]Ghost hack to fly wall [01:28.50]Squeezed on the jump start [01:29.94]And respond to Messiah call [01:30.84]Black Sun Empire [01:31.56]Test of time [01:34.92]Nightfire [01:35.16]New dawn [01:39.54]New day [01:43.71]We emerge [01:51.96]As they fade away [01:58.80]Yeah yeah [02:00.09]This ain't the synapse [02:01.17]Chill factor 60 [02:02.10]Microverse entered [02:02.37]So black it's slip stream [02:20.70]Dip both the headlights [02:24.54]Mountain to the background [02:27.87]Forcefield activate [02:31.74]Operation black cloud [02:35.01]Operation sub source [02:35.94]8 gauge for hand over [02:44.34]Reset the mind field [02:48.15]This is what we planned sober [02:52.38]We stand closer [02:55.23]Fall back to vessel 2 [02:56.43]Team in position [02:59.16]Go smack the destitute [03:00.45]Landscape mindswept [03:00.78]Feel the up evil [03:03.75]Widespread grievance [03:04.50]No sight of people [03:05.73]Trails of mass movement [03:06.69]Slowly diminishing [03:07.59]As the earth burns [03:08.10]My backs burns are grimacing [03:09.63]Bittersweet silhouette [03:10.29]Promise of a new age [03:10.95]Eclipsed by a red mist [03:12.99]Or a burst of blue haze [03:13.95]All I see is carrying [03:15.84]Souls flee to starscape [03:17.70]Yeah check yo [03:18.45]Black Sun Empire [03:21.06]Dawn Of A Dark Day [03:25.08]Feet pounding the asphalt [03:27.36]Streets clouding in ash fall [03:31.38]We solemnly remember as we step through the embers [03:33.69]The absence of siren sounds deafening our senses [03:35.76]No more pretenses [03:37.98]Smoldering picket fences [03:41.16]Head bowed we tread south gathering wood to straggle us [03:47.70]Silence is our language [03:51.03]Shattered we're wounded travelers [03:55.80]Battered by the heat swell [03:59.91]Dust reflecting heat tone [04:02.07]Future's in our hands once we resurrect the genome [04:07.50]Black Sun Empire [04:09.60]Test of time [04:11.58]Nightfire [04:11.88]New dawn [04:12.48]New day [04:13.44]We emerge [04:13.98]As they fade away [04:18.02]New dawn [04:18.60]New day [04:21.14]We emerge [04:22.89]As they fade away