Song | Who Decides |
Artist | Nevermore |
Album | Enemies of Reality |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dane, Loomis | |
And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then | |
Who knows who really decides? | |
In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity | |
The astronaut listens to voices that call | |
Won't you follow me down? | |
Breathe, as you suffer with existence | |
Rags and ruin of all that was human | |
Leaching the force of collective design | |
Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces | |
But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines? | |
In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal | |
Why do we waste time on hope? | |
In perfect execution, liquid and lucid | |
Born in the astromaut's eyes | |
Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear | |
Breathe as you suffer in denial | |
The lover and the blind man they sing their song | |
The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone | |
They can't reach heaven, the truth's brutal lesson | |
Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes | |
But who decides, who decides? |
zuo ci : Dane, Loomis | |
And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then | |
Who knows who really decides? | |
In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity | |
The astronaut listens to voices that call | |
Won' t you follow me down? | |
Breathe, as you suffer with existence | |
Rags and ruin of all that was human | |
Leaching the force of collective design | |
Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces | |
But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines? | |
In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal | |
Why do we waste time on hope? | |
In perfect execution, liquid and lucid | |
Born in the astromaut' s eyes | |
Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear | |
Breathe as you suffer in denial | |
The lover and the blind man they sing their song | |
The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone | |
They can' t reach heaven, the truth' s brutal lesson | |
Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes | |
But who decides, who decides? |
zuò cí : Dane, Loomis | |
And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then | |
Who knows who really decides? | |
In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity | |
The astronaut listens to voices that call | |
Won' t you follow me down? | |
Breathe, as you suffer with existence | |
Rags and ruin of all that was human | |
Leaching the force of collective design | |
Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces | |
But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines? | |
In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal | |
Why do we waste time on hope? | |
In perfect execution, liquid and lucid | |
Born in the astromaut' s eyes | |
Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear | |
Breathe as you suffer in denial | |
The lover and the blind man they sing their song | |
The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone | |
They can' t reach heaven, the truth' s brutal lesson | |
Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes | |
But who decides, who decides? |