Close your eyes
What do you see?
The ashes of a place down on its knees
The world we knew has gone astray
We are the cancer, you and I
Choose your side, there are no winners
Hell is overcrowded and heaven's full of sinners
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
A new clean slate, it won't be happening
This is the one, so let us begin
Choose your side, there are no winners
Hell is overcrowded and heaven's full of sinners
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
End the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
We are but empty vessels with no ambition
No ambition, no ambition
This is a tomb and we are buried alive
We swallowed the spit and live in denial
The devil has done his deed
Fed our egos and made us bleed
The devil has done his deed
Are all gods on the sidelines? Passivity is not what the world needs
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
End the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
In Flames - End of Transmission Lyrics
In Flames - End of Transmission Lyrics
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Close your eyes
What do you see?
The ashes of a place down on its knees
The world we knew has gone astray
We are the cancer, you and I
Choose your side, there are no winners
Hell is overcrowded and heaven's full of sinners
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
A new clean slate, it won't be happening
This is the one, so let us begin
Choose your side, there are no winners
Hell is overcrowded and heaven's full of sinners
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
End the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
We are but empty vessels with no ambition
No ambition, no ambition
This is a tomb and we are buried alive
We swallowed the spit and live in denial
The devil has done his deed
Fed our egos and made us bleed
The devil has done his deed
Are all gods on the sidelines? Passivity is not what the world needs
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
End the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
What do you see?
The ashes of a place down on its knees
The world we knew has gone astray
We are the cancer, you and I
Choose your side, there are no winners
Hell is overcrowded and heaven's full of sinners
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
A new clean slate, it won't be happening
This is the one, so let us begin
Choose your side, there are no winners
Hell is overcrowded and heaven's full of sinners
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
End the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
We are but empty vessels with no ambition
No ambition, no ambition
This is a tomb and we are buried alive
We swallowed the spit and live in denial
The devil has done his deed
Fed our egos and made us bleed
The devil has done his deed
Are all gods on the sidelines? Passivity is not what the world needs
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
End the transmission
Nothing makes sense and we're running out of graves
We've gotta end the transmission
Nothing makes sense and no one is listening
Writer: Anders Friden, Bjorn Gelotte, Howard Benson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.