Song | Facing the Thousand |
Artist | Light This City |
Album | Facing the Thousand |
作曲 : Light This City, Nichol | |
In the distance | |
They are circling | |
I watch them go around and around | |
Never tiring | |
The one near death is hypnotized and closes it's eyes | |
One last time | |
Patiently they wait for that perfect moment to descend | |
And pick to pieces a once healthy | |
Body of passion and life | |
It's me or it's you and I get to decide | |
Which one lives and which one dies | |
Where and when | |
How and why | |
Here and now | |
A vital organ plucked out | |
Because I need to survive | |
Self-sacrifice is suicide | |
Circling with occasional cries | |
Of delight | |
Of anticipation or remorse for nature's ceaseless patterns | |
Binding every being to the same sick fate | |
What unfortunate creature must suffer | |
Watching a thousand deaths spiral slowly towards it | |
It's me or it's you and I get to decide | |
Which one lives and which one dies | |
Where and when? | |
How and why? | |
Here and now | |
A vital organ plucked out | |
Because I need to survive | |
Self-sacrifice is suicide | |
What unfortunate creature must suffer | |
Watching a thousand deaths spiral towards it | |
With the will but not the strength to move on | |
From this place | |
Just close your eyes | |
Just breathe your last sigh | |
Just let go of this life | |
Just close your eyes | |
Just breathe your last sigh | |
Just let go | |
It's come now | |
Your time | |
How do you want us to die | |
With regrets rotting away all of my success | |
With longing eating away at my fulfillment | |
Must every self-interested act inflict | |
Devastation on another | |
Would you rather rot or be picked to pieces still alive | |
How do you want us to die |
zuò qǔ : Light This City, Nichol | |
In the distance | |
They are circling | |
I watch them go around and around | |
Never tiring | |
The one near death is hypnotized and closes it' s eyes | |
One last time | |
Patiently they wait for that perfect moment to descend | |
And pick to pieces a once healthy | |
Body of passion and life | |
It' s me or it' s you and I get to decide | |
Which one lives and which one dies | |
Where and when | |
How and why | |
Here and now | |
A vital organ plucked out | |
Because I need to survive | |
Selfsacrifice is suicide | |
Circling with occasional cries | |
Of delight | |
Of anticipation or remorse for nature' s ceaseless patterns | |
Binding every being to the same sick fate | |
What unfortunate creature must suffer | |
Watching a thousand deaths spiral slowly towards it | |
It' s me or it' s you and I get to decide | |
Which one lives and which one dies | |
Where and when? | |
How and why? | |
Here and now | |
A vital organ plucked out | |
Because I need to survive | |
Selfsacrifice is suicide | |
What unfortunate creature must suffer | |
Watching a thousand deaths spiral towards it | |
With the will but not the strength to move on | |
From this place | |
Just close your eyes | |
Just breathe your last sigh | |
Just let go of this life | |
Just close your eyes | |
Just breathe your last sigh | |
Just let go | |
It' s come now | |
Your time | |
How do you want us to die | |
With regrets rotting away all of my success | |
With longing eating away at my fulfillment | |
Must every selfinterested act inflict | |
Devastation on another | |
Would you rather rot or be picked to pieces still alive | |
How do you want us to die |