Song | Void (Internal Theory) |
Artist | Eyedea & Abilities |
Album | First Born |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Abilities, Eyedea | |
Silence is what we all need for a minute | |
Dyin' is what we want to avoid while we're livin' | |
Life and tryin' to make some noise | |
The screams sort of seem like we're cryin' | |
Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh | |
And rhymin' keeps the posture of my back in fair condition | |
But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen? | |
Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble | |
It's a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes | |
Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding | |
I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding | |
Strivin' to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity | |
While we're all buyin' the government's repent from social security | |
Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax | |
I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap | |
Exercisin' my brain | |
Realizin' that pain will be arrivin' | |
If I dive into the cesspool of my mind | |
So I'm rewindin' the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly | |
Not easily blinded | |
Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling's weep | |
I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal | |
Strangely changing climate as they increase the level | |
I said I wouldn't sign shit, 'cause I don't want to meet the devil | |
But I lost my mind, and I'm tryin' to find it in the dimension of space | |
Between bass and treble | |
Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can't count | |
Chatter is the substance that comes from most people's mouth | |
Matter is what you don't to me, he don't to she, we don't to we | |
But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life's about | |
Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations | |
Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination | |
Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego | |
But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation | |
Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch | |
Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich | |
The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites | |
And if you don't ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life's a bitch | |
[Refrain x6] | |
Nothing gets you nowhere | |
But everything gets you somewhere | |
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin' to run bar |
zuo qu : Abilities, Eyedea | |
Silence is what we all need for a minute | |
Dyin' is what we want to avoid while we' re livin' | |
Life and tryin' to make some noise | |
The screams sort of seem like we' re cryin' | |
Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh | |
And rhymin' keeps the posture of my back in fair condition | |
But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen? | |
Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble | |
It' s a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes | |
Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding | |
I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding | |
Strivin' to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity | |
While we' re all buyin' the government' s repent from social security | |
Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax | |
I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap | |
Exercisin' my brain | |
Realizin' that pain will be arrivin' | |
If I dive into the cesspool of my mind | |
So I' m rewindin' the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly | |
Not easily blinded | |
Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling' s weep | |
I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal | |
Strangely changing climate as they increase the level | |
I said I wouldn' t sign shit, ' cause I don' t want to meet the devil | |
But I lost my mind, and I' m tryin' to find it in the dimension of space | |
Between bass and treble | |
Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can' t count | |
Chatter is the substance that comes from most people' s mouth | |
Matter is what you don' t to me, he don' t to she, we don' t to we | |
But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life' s about | |
Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations | |
Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination | |
Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego | |
But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation | |
Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch | |
Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich | |
The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites | |
And if you don' t ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life' s a bitch | |
Refrain x6 | |
Nothing gets you nowhere | |
But everything gets you somewhere | |
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin' to run bar |
zuò qǔ : Abilities, Eyedea | |
Silence is what we all need for a minute | |
Dyin' is what we want to avoid while we' re livin' | |
Life and tryin' to make some noise | |
The screams sort of seem like we' re cryin' | |
Reaching towards our dreams, I offer an exhausted sigh | |
And rhymin' keeps the posture of my back in fair condition | |
But why in the world do I do this music when so few people listen? | |
Climbin' a mountain that might eventually crumble | |
It' s a bumpy ride into that light side of life where no one goes | |
Violence saturates our surroundings, my heart is pounding | |
I am one of the strong that noticed the sirens sounding | |
Strivin' to wake you up, so we can grow to maturity | |
While we' re all buyin' the government' s repent from social security | |
Wine and cigarettes promote good life, bad health and tax | |
I am one of the strong, but also in the same trap | |
Exercisin' my brain | |
Realizin' that pain will be arrivin' | |
If I dive into the cesspool of my mind | |
So I' m rewindin' the recorded version of my conscience repeatedly | |
Not easily blinded | |
Nor do I find it hard to ignore you weakling' s weep | |
I shine with this terrific, twisted piece of metal | |
Strangely changing climate as they increase the level | |
I said I wouldn' t sign shit, ' cause I don' t want to meet the devil | |
But I lost my mind, and I' m tryin' to find it in the dimension of space | |
Between bass and treble | |
Shattered is my existence, in so many pieces I can' t count | |
Chatter is the substance that comes from most people' s mouth | |
Matter is what you don' t to me, he don' t to she, we don' t to we | |
But hopefully we can gather together and figure out what life' s about | |
Patterns of emotion change shape from different situations | |
Lanterns shed light on the dark side of imagination | |
Scattered is good and evil, through various people and areas of the ego | |
But we know we can be peaceful with the right participation | |
Now batters, stay behind the base and get ready for the pitch | |
Rappers mold their soul into plastic and get filthy rich | |
The ladder to paradise is infested with parasites | |
And if you don' t ride in the carriage right, you would swear that life' s a bitch | |
Refrain x6 | |
Nothing gets you nowhere | |
But everything gets you somewhere | |
One pair of shoes is great compared to two feet tryin' to run bar |