作曲 : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
It happens sometimes you feel alive inside | |
Your eyes would never want to open | |
All around, laughter become a sole sad sound | |
It raises and amplifies in your brain | |
Into ears hoping to be deaf | |
Noises are confused | |
It's difficult to recognize all the sounds | |
They are still laughing, apparently happy | |
Hopeless, everything is gone | |
Searching for an exit that does not exist | |
They push you somewhere in the middle | |
Where all their eyes are laughing at you | |
It happens sometimes you feel alive inside | |
Your eyes would never want to open | |
All around, laughter become a sole sad sound |
zuo qu : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
It happens sometimes you feel alive inside | |
Your eyes would never want to open | |
All around, laughter become a sole sad sound | |
It raises and amplifies in your brain | |
Into ears hoping to be deaf | |
Noises are confused | |
It' s difficult to recognize all the sounds | |
They are still laughing, apparently happy | |
Hopeless, everything is gone | |
Searching for an exit that does not exist | |
They push you somewhere in the middle | |
Where all their eyes are laughing at you | |
It happens sometimes you feel alive inside | |
Your eyes would never want to open | |
All around, laughter become a sole sad sound |
zuò qǔ : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
It happens sometimes you feel alive inside | |
Your eyes would never want to open | |
All around, laughter become a sole sad sound | |
It raises and amplifies in your brain | |
Into ears hoping to be deaf | |
Noises are confused | |
It' s difficult to recognize all the sounds | |
They are still laughing, apparently happy | |
Hopeless, everything is gone | |
Searching for an exit that does not exist | |
They push you somewhere in the middle | |
Where all their eyes are laughing at you | |
It happens sometimes you feel alive inside | |
Your eyes would never want to open | |
All around, laughter become a sole sad sound |