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[00:00.000] 作词 : Ethan Song
[00:01.000] 作曲 : String Storm/Ethan Song
[00:02.823]One-two-one-two-one-two-one-two
[00:09.089]One-two-one-two-one-two-one-two
[00:12.592]Keep up the pace, don’t let yourself lose the count for a second
[00:18.361]Remember which end the bullets come out of; and the other, less important lessons.
[00:24.379]I said I’d follow you through anything hell or high-water.
[00:30.393]Which is convenient now that most days spent beside you are just hell.
[00:36.181]Others call it “survival skills” but I know it’s just up to luck
[00:42.500]Our squad’s somewhere between a pending cluster bomb, and cluster****.
[00:48.267]“For everyone that falls another ten rise up to take their place.”
[00:54.288]That’s a beautiful statement,as long as you aren’t the corpse they replace.
[01:00.309]Who am I to stand in the way of morale? Observe,my smiling face.
[01:06.119]I’m told that through my faith I won’t die. I’ll leave a testament just in case.
[01:12.642]Don’t lie; we’ll be dead and gone before we know it.
[01:18.162]So when I die shift the numbers up once more; replace me.
[01:24.202]Just smile, what are we without humor in horror?
[01:30.487]It’s worth it-failure,glory,life, and living.
[01:36.508]All of your guns,all of your calls, the bad ones most of all-
[01:42.280]They define you,they are the lowest standard we can strive to!
[01:48.866]Your faults, your tact,inordinate amounts of flak.
[01:54.387]In all the carnage there’s no one I’d rather stand beside.
[01:59.906]Every day lived;another semi-successful run and gun.
[02:05.939]But with friends like these,maybe dying’s not the worst of outcomes?
[02:11.961]If given the choice again, I’d gladly partake of these death games.
[02:17.748]The only true mistake is not to play (Also friendly fire!)
[02:35.823]Keep up the pace,think your feet.
[02:38.797]Work around the flaws in plans.and while we’re breathing count our blessings.
[02:44.885]savor calm,this shit gets messy.
[02:48.175]Though their stupidity makes me want to cry.
[02:53.947]I guess there’s some who have it worse I .
[03:00.036]It’s not insubordination and it’s not having your back;
[03:06.302]But trusting your calls is like waiting for a heart attack.
[03:12.849]You were wrong,when “it can’t be that bad!”was you said.
[03:18.376]Don’t stop,if life catches up we’ll surely meet our death!
[03:24.642]No rhyme or reason,are you sure we aren’t Chaos?
[03:30.469]Our laughter,keeps the dread form out of earshot!
[03:37.496]Keep the count of the soldier’s song.
[03:43.770]As everything that can go(es) wrong.
[03:49.538]Though our path isn’t always right.
[03:55.514]There’s not a thing we can’t overcome with spite .

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作词 : Ethan Song
作曲 : String Storm/Ethan Song
One-two-one-two-one-two-one-two
One-two-one-two-one-two-one-two
Keep up the pace, don’t let yourself lose the count for a second
Remember which end the bullets come out of; and the other, less important lessons.
I said I’d follow you through anything hell or high-water.
Which is convenient now that most days spent beside you are just hell.
Others call it “survival skills” but I know it’s just up to luck
Our squad’s somewhere between a pending cluster bomb, and cluster****.
“For everyone that falls another ten rise up to take their place.”
That’s a beautiful statement,as long as you aren’t the corpse they replace.
Who am I to stand in the way of morale? Observe,my smiling face.
I’m told that through my faith I won’t die. I’ll leave a testament just in case.
Don’t lie; we’ll be dead and gone before we know it.
So when I die shift the numbers up once more; replace me.
Just smile, what are we without humor in horror?
It’s worth it-failure,glory,life, and living.
All of your guns,all of your calls, the bad ones most of all-
They define you,they are the lowest standard we can strive to!
Your faults, your tact,inordinate amounts of flak.
In all the carnage there’s no one I’d rather stand beside.
Every day lived;another semi-successful run and gun.
But with friends like these,maybe dying’s not the worst of outcomes?
If given the choice again, I’d gladly partake of these death games.
The only true mistake is not to play (Also friendly fire!)
Keep up the pace,think your feet.
Work around the flaws in plans.and while we’re breathing count our blessings.
savor calm,this shit gets messy.
Though their stupidity makes me want to cry.
I guess there’s some who have it worse I .
It’s not insubordination and it’s not having your back;
But trusting your calls is like waiting for a heart attack.
You were wrong,when “it can’t be that bad!”was you said.
Don’t stop,if life catches up we’ll surely meet our death!
No rhyme or reason,are you sure we aren’t Chaos?
Our laughter,keeps the dread form out of earshot!
Keep the count of the soldier’s song.
As everything that can go(es) wrong.
Though our path isn’t always right.
There’s not a thing we can’t overcome with spite .