They Are Already Ruins

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    1. No Man's Land
    2. Remote Control Man
    3. Think Again
    4. They Are Already Ruins
    5. Good Enough
    6. Doomsday Vision
    7. ¡No Pasarán!
    8. Revolting

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lyrics

(TRADUCCIÓN AL ESPAÑOL En la parte inferior)

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They Are Already Ruins

It seems that we have lost control of the situation and ourselves.
T.V. speaks and our mouths they move and our heads nod to what these systems do.

Our frigid limbs cold/calculated sit so still, but itch for resistance.
The barricades have pacified. Check your status to see if you're still alive.

Of course we want to win this war. Battle stations: occupied.
But life is lived in these trenches, so deep we lose our perspective.
Our voice is better than a bomb when we're arm in arm in arm with comrades.
These little lives that we have led could not have been any better.

Our voices so silent but we all want to scream.
We mumble curses at each other never noticing
our passion's dissipated, we've stomped each other's out
but our future's stuck up in those strangers help stand them up and shout
WHOA OH!
fill your lungs with fire, 'til blisters start to shape
the flames we spit shine light upon our common bonded fate
those folks they sound like us, with a pulsing shackled voice
the disempowered need to know that they they are not alone,
WHOA OH!

Of course we want to win this war.
Battle stations: occupied.
But life is lived in these trenches,
so deep we lose our perspective.
Our voice is better than a bomb when we're arm in arm in arm with comrades.
These little lives that we have led could not have been any better.

I'd rather die up here, microphone in hand,
singing about justice in a land of sycophants.
Sure it may be futile, this i will admit,
but as long as there's a chance in this hell of people joining in,
I'll whoa ohh.

In those last few moments, we'll know we gave it all we could:
the songs we sung, the streets we took, the havoc that we caused.
In their ruins dancing, our friends side by side,
i'll be content to stand in front that firing squad and chant:
whoa OH!

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Ya Están las Ruinas (They Are Already Ruins)

Parece que hemos perdido el control
de la situación y de nosotros mismos.
TV habla y nuestras bocas se mueven
y asiente con la cabeza a lo que estos sistemas hacen.

Nuestras extremidades frías, calculadas -
se sientan tan quieto, pero pican de la resistencia.
Las barricadas se han pacificado.
Revise su estado para ver si todavía está vivo.

Por supuesto que queremos ganar esta guerra.
Estaciones de batalla: ocupado.
Pero la vida se vive en estas trincheras, tan profundo que perdemos nuestra perspectiva.

Nuestra voz es mejor que una bomba
cuando estamos cogidos del brazo con los compañeros.
Estas pequeñas vidas que hemos llevado no podría haber sido mejor.

Nuestras voces tan silencioso, pero todos queremos gritar.
Nos maldice a murmurar entre sí nunca notar nuestra pasión ha disipado, hemos pisoteado de unos a otros, pero nuestro futuro está atrapado en esos extraños ayudar pie para arriba y gritar Whoa oh!

llenar sus pulmones con el fuego, 'til ampollas comienzan a dar forma a las llamas que escupen brillar la luz sobre nuestro destino común unido a esa gente que suenan como nosotros, con una pulsación encadenado voz la necesidad sin poder saber que no están solos, Whoa, oh!

Prefiero morir aquí, micrófono en mi mano, cantando acerca de la justicia en una tierra de aduladores.
Claro que puede ser inútil, esto tengo que admitir, pero siempre que hay una oportunidad en este infierno de la gente unirse a, voy a Whoa ohh.

En los últimos momentos, sabremos que nos dio todo lo que podía: las canciones que cantadas, las calles que tomamos, los estragos que causamos.
En sus ruinas baile, nuestros amigos al lado del otro, voy a estar contento de estar en frente de que un pelotón de fusilamiento y cantar: Whoa oh!

credits

from Drone Life, track released April 11, 2014
"Drone Life" // ATU:
Drums//Soren
Guitar//Cello
Bass//Philippe
Vocals//Joey Steel

recorded/mixed/mastered by Phillippe LeSaux
gang vox: ATU & Manny, Filthy Phill, Rob, and Ryan
"Drone Life" cover art: Karsten Schwarzmayr
new atu font: Matthew Caudamone
"Drone Life" cover lay out: Joey Steel

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