Song | Chameleon Room |
Artist | This Ascension |
Album | Light & Shade |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dru | |
Some try to hide, | |
Others expose their pain. | |
But each within alone | |
And waiting to be touched. | |
Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
But empty. | |
Only containing | |
What is brought | |
Into the realm. | |
Breaking down, into nothing | |
Numbing, maddening and real. | |
They were silent, | |
Always battling | |
With the chameleon room | |
And heaven, and hell, | |
And themselves. | |
Hazy, not warm nor cold. | |
Cornerless, soft, no windows. | |
A voice we hate | |
Tells us nothing | |
That we're nothing at all | |
Just right | |
Or so wrong. | |
You decide when you enter | |
And feel your true self | |
Or what you want. | |
Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
But you're empty. | |
Only containing what you bring | |
Into your realm. | |
You're breaking down | |
Into nothing. | |
Numbing, maddening, | |
You can't feel |
zuo qu : Dru | |
Some try to hide, | |
Others expose their pain. | |
But each within alone | |
And waiting to be touched. | |
Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
But empty. | |
Only containing | |
What is brought | |
Into the realm. | |
Breaking down, into nothing | |
Numbing, maddening and real. | |
They were silent, | |
Always battling | |
With the chameleon room | |
And heaven, and hell, | |
And themselves. | |
Hazy, not warm nor cold. | |
Cornerless, soft, no windows. | |
A voice we hate | |
Tells us nothing | |
That we' re nothing at all | |
Just right | |
Or so wrong. | |
You decide when you enter | |
And feel your true self | |
Or what you want. | |
Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
But you' re empty. | |
Only containing what you bring | |
Into your realm. | |
You' re breaking down | |
Into nothing. | |
Numbing, maddening, | |
You can' t feel |
zuò qǔ : Dru | |
Some try to hide, | |
Others expose their pain. | |
But each within alone | |
And waiting to be touched. | |
Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
But empty. | |
Only containing | |
What is brought | |
Into the realm. | |
Breaking down, into nothing | |
Numbing, maddening and real. | |
They were silent, | |
Always battling | |
With the chameleon room | |
And heaven, and hell, | |
And themselves. | |
Hazy, not warm nor cold. | |
Cornerless, soft, no windows. | |
A voice we hate | |
Tells us nothing | |
That we' re nothing at all | |
Just right | |
Or so wrong. | |
You decide when you enter | |
And feel your true self | |
Or what you want. | |
Jailed, sanctuaried, | |
But you' re empty. | |
Only containing what you bring | |
Into your realm. | |
You' re breaking down | |
Into nothing. | |
Numbing, maddening, | |
You can' t feel |