Song | Fear in Motion |
Artist | :wumpscut: |
Album | Music for a Slaughtering Tribe |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rudy | |
There is no time | |
I feel it leaking | |
SeekingI'm seething with confusion | |
I'm sliding through your mind | |
And you, you try to comprehend | |
NothingThe mind cage of an animal | |
You swear you saw it | |
And what did you really see? | |
What was it? | |
What of it? | |
I'm looking through the dark | |
His red fingers flutter by | |
His air pushes past over the valleys | |
I holdWhat was it? | |
What of it? | |
He sits in staticgenetically still | |
The sound finds its way in | |
Grabs him by his ears | |
Dragging and screaming through olive glass | |
What was it? | |
What of it? | |
I'm looking through the dark | |
His red fingers flutter by | |
His air pushes past over the valleys | |
I holdSeeing in circles | |
Trace in tracers | |
Wheel and angles | |
Angles within wheels | |
Seeing in circles | |
Trace in tracers | |
Wheel and angles | |
Angles within wheels | |
I found no peace in solitude | |
I found no chaos in catastrophe | |
I found no peace in solitude | |
I found no chaos in catastrophe | |
It's only their words they speak | |
So speak with your own | |
With your own |
zuo ci : Rudy | |
There is no time | |
I feel it leaking | |
SeekingI' m seething with confusion | |
I' m sliding through your mind | |
And you, you try to comprehend | |
NothingThe mind cage of an animal | |
You swear you saw it | |
And what did you really see? | |
What was it? | |
What of it? | |
I' m looking through the dark | |
His red fingers flutter by | |
His air pushes past over the valleys | |
I holdWhat was it? | |
What of it? | |
He sits in staticgenetically still | |
The sound finds its way in | |
Grabs him by his ears | |
Dragging and screaming through olive glass | |
What was it? | |
What of it? | |
I' m looking through the dark | |
His red fingers flutter by | |
His air pushes past over the valleys | |
I holdSeeing in circles | |
Trace in tracers | |
Wheel and angles | |
Angles within wheels | |
Seeing in circles | |
Trace in tracers | |
Wheel and angles | |
Angles within wheels | |
I found no peace in solitude | |
I found no chaos in catastrophe | |
I found no peace in solitude | |
I found no chaos in catastrophe | |
It' s only their words they speak | |
So speak with your own | |
With your own |
zuò cí : Rudy | |
There is no time | |
I feel it leaking | |
SeekingI' m seething with confusion | |
I' m sliding through your mind | |
And you, you try to comprehend | |
NothingThe mind cage of an animal | |
You swear you saw it | |
And what did you really see? | |
What was it? | |
What of it? | |
I' m looking through the dark | |
His red fingers flutter by | |
His air pushes past over the valleys | |
I holdWhat was it? | |
What of it? | |
He sits in staticgenetically still | |
The sound finds its way in | |
Grabs him by his ears | |
Dragging and screaming through olive glass | |
What was it? | |
What of it? | |
I' m looking through the dark | |
His red fingers flutter by | |
His air pushes past over the valleys | |
I holdSeeing in circles | |
Trace in tracers | |
Wheel and angles | |
Angles within wheels | |
Seeing in circles | |
Trace in tracers | |
Wheel and angles | |
Angles within wheels | |
I found no peace in solitude | |
I found no chaos in catastrophe | |
I found no peace in solitude | |
I found no chaos in catastrophe | |
It' s only their words they speak | |
So speak with your own | |
With your own |