Song | About Science |
Artist | Mekong Delta |
Album | Kaleidoscope |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hubert | |
The pale sun spits a slow death down | |
to this blinded mankind | |
while the wooden horse of science | |
elevates a grey hell to the sky | |
So the little superbrains | |
declare madness for sense | |
and fear, the mother of | |
all social violence | |
eats tiny pieces of | |
normal life as tribute for | |
general apathy | |
The blue moon pukes compassion over | |
a world of concrete emotion | |
Researchers found some new lines | |
in their hymbooks and they read | |
So the little superbrains | |
confused by their control | |
now will this be the end | |
or be the new way | |
Final death - we will see | |
the future of - can it be | |
look into my eyes | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confused by control | |
They feel like magicians | |
in our tortured world | |
Science now - the unstoppable | |
Weapon of - masterminds | |
Sacrificed - all the knowledge of | |
normal life - to their cause | |
Science | |
So the little superbrains | |
declare madness for sense | |
and fear, the mother of | |
all social violence | |
eats tiny pieces of | |
normal life as tribute for | |
general apathy | |
One last experiment | |
gives us a second sight | |
too late the mirror of | |
all that's be done in fright | |
is slowly steamed up by | |
one more network of lies | |
losing all control | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confused by control | |
They feel like magicians | |
in our tortured world | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confusion... |
zuo ci : Hubert | |
The pale sun spits a slow death down | |
to this blinded mankind | |
while the wooden horse of science | |
elevates a grey hell to the sky | |
So the little superbrains | |
declare madness for sense | |
and fear, the mother of | |
all social violence | |
eats tiny pieces of | |
normal life as tribute for | |
general apathy | |
The blue moon pukes compassion over | |
a world of concrete emotion | |
Researchers found some new lines | |
in their hymbooks and they read | |
So the little superbrains | |
confused by their control | |
now will this be the end | |
or be the new way | |
Final death we will see | |
the future of can it be | |
look into my eyes | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confused by control | |
They feel like magicians | |
in our tortured world | |
Science now the unstoppable | |
Weapon of masterminds | |
Sacrificed all the knowledge of | |
normal life to their cause | |
Science | |
So the little superbrains | |
declare madness for sense | |
and fear, the mother of | |
all social violence | |
eats tiny pieces of | |
normal life as tribute for | |
general apathy | |
One last experiment | |
gives us a second sight | |
too late the mirror of | |
all that' s be done in fright | |
is slowly steamed up by | |
one more network of lies | |
losing all control | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confused by control | |
They feel like magicians | |
in our tortured world | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confusion... |
zuò cí : Hubert | |
The pale sun spits a slow death down | |
to this blinded mankind | |
while the wooden horse of science | |
elevates a grey hell to the sky | |
So the little superbrains | |
declare madness for sense | |
and fear, the mother of | |
all social violence | |
eats tiny pieces of | |
normal life as tribute for | |
general apathy | |
The blue moon pukes compassion over | |
a world of concrete emotion | |
Researchers found some new lines | |
in their hymbooks and they read | |
So the little superbrains | |
confused by their control | |
now will this be the end | |
or be the new way | |
Final death we will see | |
the future of can it be | |
look into my eyes | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confused by control | |
They feel like magicians | |
in our tortured world | |
Science now the unstoppable | |
Weapon of masterminds | |
Sacrificed all the knowledge of | |
normal life to their cause | |
Science | |
So the little superbrains | |
declare madness for sense | |
and fear, the mother of | |
all social violence | |
eats tiny pieces of | |
normal life as tribute for | |
general apathy | |
One last experiment | |
gives us a second sight | |
too late the mirror of | |
all that' s be done in fright | |
is slowly steamed up by | |
one more network of lies | |
losing all control | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confused by control | |
They feel like magicians | |
in our tortured world | |
Controlled by confusion | |
Confusion... |