Song | A Tension of Souls |
Artist | Threshold |
Album | Livedelica |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Groom, Jeary | |
i have lost the unobtainable i am faithless and afraid | |
my emotions are unstable control is hanging by a thread | |
and the misery of the world | |
is weighing heavy on my shoulders | |
my belief has not unfurled and i'm not getting any older | |
no i'm not getting any older and the world is turning colder | |
there's a gathering storm eating up the night | |
there's a tension of souls can you feel it bite? | |
it is because we're not living on our own terms | |
swept on a wave branded with society's burns | |
we're not happy with this unnatural law | |
we've moved into check into a corner of flames | |
half of us staled in a late mating game | |
we're just trying just crying for | |
the right to give / fail / fall / live / have feelings | |
the right to see / be / need / feed / give meanings | |
the right to love / care / share / sow / show the right signals | |
the right to fight / spite / do / lose / find the right answers | |
i am nailed to the cross of my own pernicious anguish | |
collapsing at a loss into some kind of selfish languish | |
bribed by irresistible strangled by the air | |
blind and still equivocal dispossessed by heir | |
i have no faith i have no unbelief | |
there is no neutral ground there is no relief | |
i didn't get what i expected to receive | |
don't let them tell you what they want you to believe | |
and i'm searching for some space in my life | |
while people all around me multiplying just like flies | |
the whispering millions, their hunger it is loud | |
a silent frustration breeds in every crowd | |
i have no faith i have no unbelief | |
there is no neutral ground there is no relief | |
i didn't get what i expected to receive | |
don't let them tell you what they want you to believe | |
and i'm drowning in a sea of my own futility |
zuo qu : Groom, Jeary | |
i have lost the unobtainable i am faithless and afraid | |
my emotions are unstable control is hanging by a thread | |
and the misery of the world | |
is weighing heavy on my shoulders | |
my belief has not unfurled and i' m not getting any older | |
no i' m not getting any older and the world is turning colder | |
there' s a gathering storm eating up the night | |
there' s a tension of souls can you feel it bite? | |
it is because we' re not living on our own terms | |
swept on a wave branded with society' s burns | |
we' re not happy with this unnatural law | |
we' ve moved into check into a corner of flames | |
half of us staled in a late mating game | |
we' re just trying just crying for | |
the right to give fail fall live have feelings | |
the right to see be need feed give meanings | |
the right to love care share sow show the right signals | |
the right to fight spite do lose find the right answers | |
i am nailed to the cross of my own pernicious anguish | |
collapsing at a loss into some kind of selfish languish | |
bribed by irresistible strangled by the air | |
blind and still equivocal dispossessed by heir | |
i have no faith i have no unbelief | |
there is no neutral ground there is no relief | |
i didn' t get what i expected to receive | |
don' t let them tell you what they want you to believe | |
and i' m searching for some space in my life | |
while people all around me multiplying just like flies | |
the whispering millions, their hunger it is loud | |
a silent frustration breeds in every crowd | |
i have no faith i have no unbelief | |
there is no neutral ground there is no relief | |
i didn' t get what i expected to receive | |
don' t let them tell you what they want you to believe | |
and i' m drowning in a sea of my own futility |
zuò qǔ : Groom, Jeary | |
i have lost the unobtainable i am faithless and afraid | |
my emotions are unstable control is hanging by a thread | |
and the misery of the world | |
is weighing heavy on my shoulders | |
my belief has not unfurled and i' m not getting any older | |
no i' m not getting any older and the world is turning colder | |
there' s a gathering storm eating up the night | |
there' s a tension of souls can you feel it bite? | |
it is because we' re not living on our own terms | |
swept on a wave branded with society' s burns | |
we' re not happy with this unnatural law | |
we' ve moved into check into a corner of flames | |
half of us staled in a late mating game | |
we' re just trying just crying for | |
the right to give fail fall live have feelings | |
the right to see be need feed give meanings | |
the right to love care share sow show the right signals | |
the right to fight spite do lose find the right answers | |
i am nailed to the cross of my own pernicious anguish | |
collapsing at a loss into some kind of selfish languish | |
bribed by irresistible strangled by the air | |
blind and still equivocal dispossessed by heir | |
i have no faith i have no unbelief | |
there is no neutral ground there is no relief | |
i didn' t get what i expected to receive | |
don' t let them tell you what they want you to believe | |
and i' m searching for some space in my life | |
while people all around me multiplying just like flies | |
the whispering millions, their hunger it is loud | |
a silent frustration breeds in every crowd | |
i have no faith i have no unbelief | |
there is no neutral ground there is no relief | |
i didn' t get what i expected to receive | |
don' t let them tell you what they want you to believe | |
and i' m drowning in a sea of my own futility |