Song | First Time Believers |
Artist | Seven Mary Three |
Album | The Economy of Sound |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ross | |
I am a tiny machinist. | |
I have the smallest plans. | |
I have a mind television. | |
The gift of idle hands. | |
I've been re-educated. | |
To bleed technology. | |
Even more complicated than the machines who made me. | |
I'm a wasteland messiah. | |
I'm a train run off the track. | |
I'm a first time believer in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come back... | |
There was a blackhole voice. | |
An interrupted transmission. | |
It said to free yourself. | |
And that fear is your submission. | |
I have the tiny tools. | |
To finish what | |
I start. I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts. | |
I'm a wasteland messiah. | |
I'm a train run off the track. | |
I'm a first time believer in. | |
What might never always does come back. | |
I'm a ghost with a name. | |
I'm the now and never past. | |
I'm a first time believer in what might never always does. | |
Come back. | |
Yes, I want you. | |
Yes, I want your mind. | |
Blow it every time. | |
They say it's darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone. | |
Of this I have no doubt. | |
I drove the 44. | |
To sun coming up sky. | |
And when I saw their cars, | |
I just smiled in my surprise. | |
Little wasteland messiahs. | |
Little trains run off the track. | |
Little first time believers in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come. Little ghosts with a name. | |
Little now and never past. | |
Little first time believers in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come back. |
zuo ci : Ross | |
I am a tiny machinist. | |
I have the smallest plans. | |
I have a mind television. | |
The gift of idle hands. | |
I' ve been reeducated. | |
To bleed technology. | |
Even more complicated than the machines who made me. | |
I' m a wasteland messiah. | |
I' m a train run off the track. | |
I' m a first time believer in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come back... | |
There was a blackhole voice. | |
An interrupted transmission. | |
It said to free yourself. | |
And that fear is your submission. | |
I have the tiny tools. | |
To finish what | |
I start. I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts. | |
I' m a wasteland messiah. | |
I' m a train run off the track. | |
I' m a first time believer in. | |
What might never always does come back. | |
I' m a ghost with a name. | |
I' m the now and never past. | |
I' m a first time believer in what might never always does. | |
Come back. | |
Yes, I want you. | |
Yes, I want your mind. | |
Blow it every time. | |
They say it' s darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone. | |
Of this I have no doubt. | |
I drove the 44. | |
To sun coming up sky. | |
And when I saw their cars, | |
I just smiled in my surprise. | |
Little wasteland messiahs. | |
Little trains run off the track. | |
Little first time believers in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come. Little ghosts with a name. | |
Little now and never past. | |
Little first time believers in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come back. |
zuò cí : Ross | |
I am a tiny machinist. | |
I have the smallest plans. | |
I have a mind television. | |
The gift of idle hands. | |
I' ve been reeducated. | |
To bleed technology. | |
Even more complicated than the machines who made me. | |
I' m a wasteland messiah. | |
I' m a train run off the track. | |
I' m a first time believer in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come back... | |
There was a blackhole voice. | |
An interrupted transmission. | |
It said to free yourself. | |
And that fear is your submission. | |
I have the tiny tools. | |
To finish what | |
I start. I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts. | |
I' m a wasteland messiah. | |
I' m a train run off the track. | |
I' m a first time believer in. | |
What might never always does come back. | |
I' m a ghost with a name. | |
I' m the now and never past. | |
I' m a first time believer in what might never always does. | |
Come back. | |
Yes, I want you. | |
Yes, I want your mind. | |
Blow it every time. | |
They say it' s darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone. | |
Of this I have no doubt. | |
I drove the 44. | |
To sun coming up sky. | |
And when I saw their cars, | |
I just smiled in my surprise. | |
Little wasteland messiahs. | |
Little trains run off the track. | |
Little first time believers in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come. Little ghosts with a name. | |
Little now and never past. | |
Little first time believers in. | |
What might never always does. | |
Come back. |