Song | Burned Device |
Artist | Flotsam & Jetsam |
Album | When the Storm Comes Down |
作词 : Flotsam & Jetsam, Gibert ... | |
Down in the deep, black hole of my heart | |
I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died | |
And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said | |
Forever burn this world, it's far too late | |
Now I stare out my window, | |
I see the towers rise | |
Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes | |
Industrial revolution, no other solution | |
For the junk cultured junkies needs | |
So take a deep breath because it ain't over yet | |
The machine it's got to bring you down to your knees | |
Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home | |
Contact with big | |
Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone | |
Dollar for dollar the business hounds holler | |
Sour mouthed stomachs well fed | |
And I'm moving the game yet | |
I still complain | |
The paranoia, it swells inside my head | |
How will I ever know which way the wind blows | |
Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down | |
To tear off my hide, defenseless, rich or poor | |
When the wolves start gathering round my door | |
Self-destructed, | |
I never anticipated | |
Such pain from the things that | |
I've created | |
Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that's in my heart | |
Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes | |
Let it burn, burn to see the world turn | |
And it's all there in front of me | |
And I feel compelled to make you see...reality | |
This is the turning point, these are the crossroads | |
Detonated lunacy and it's not a dream, it's not a dream | |
No greener sky, no blacker seay, no greater war inside of me | |
Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn | |
Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong | |
Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone | |
Hospitalized, lobotomized, big machine, please come take me home | |
This is reality |
zuò cí : Flotsam Jetsam, Gibert ... | |
Down in the deep, black hole of my heart | |
I feel the pain inside of the dreams that died | |
And I saw a dark message clawed on a wall today, it said | |
Forever burn this world, it' s far too late | |
Now I stare out my window, | |
I see the towers rise | |
Toxics seep into my backyard before my very eyes | |
Industrial revolution, no other solution | |
For the junk cultured junkies needs | |
So take a deep breath because it ain' t over yet | |
The machine it' s got to bring you down to your knees | |
Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home | |
Contact with big | |
Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone | |
Dollar for dollar the business hounds holler | |
Sour mouthed stomachs well fed | |
And I' m moving the game yet | |
I still complain | |
The paranoia, it swells inside my head | |
How will I ever know which way the wind blows | |
Will there be no place to hide when the storm comes down | |
To tear off my hide, defenseless, rich or poor | |
When the wolves start gathering round my door | |
Selfdestructed, | |
I never anticipated | |
Such pain from the things that | |
I' ve created | |
Burn, burn, burn, burn, the device and the ice that' s in my heart | |
Burn down the lies and the hatred in my eyes | |
Let it burn, burn to see the world turn | |
And it' s all there in front of me | |
And I feel compelled to make you see... reality | |
This is the turning point, these are the crossroads | |
Detonated lunacy and it' s not a dream, it' s not a dream | |
No greener sky, no blacker seay, no greater war inside of me | |
Now I stare out my window, the patients on the lawn | |
Loved ones visiting hours wonder what went wrong, wrong, wrong | |
Outside the gates of redemption, my mind is never alone | |
Hospitalized, lobotomized, big machine, please come take me home | |
This is reality |