Song | Into The Nowhere |
Artist | Agent Steel |
Album | Omega Conspiracy |
作曲 : Bruce Hall/Bernie Versailles | |
The god sighed and silence was born | |
A tortured life is spared of vision | |
And it's painful when it's worn | |
The cloak of shame spares no protection | |
His world is made of steel | |
In his hands he bent the fire | |
To mold a thing so real | |
A burning world born of desire | |
His hope was not enough | |
To fill an empty cup | |
He simply let it drain into the nowhere | |
There is no reckoning | |
There is no bargaining | |
In symbol rain will fall as he lays weeping | |
We stand below rinsed by the tears | |
Unlike rain they bring no healing | |
Rust corrodes the souls | |
Of children wrought to match his image | |
Abandoned with all of his cares | |
No choice but to wait for the kindness of time | |
To erase us one and all | |
To flow like a river with no beginning | |
Head in hands and weary eyes | |
The failures scratch and carve the lines | |
Into the face of one | |
The lines into the face of none | |
He sees the world | |
He sees his dreams | |
And nothing's ever as it seems | |
The promise was so real | |
Now all that's left is crumbled steel | |
No prayers are said in his name | |
Nobody knew that he ever existed | |
Alone he accepts all the blame | |
Plaintively wonders how dreams become twisted | |
And he waits for another to come | |
Another, a chance to revive from the nothing | |
The fabric to weave once again | |
To forge from the fire his vision of man |
zuò qǔ : Bruce Hall Bernie Versailles | |
The god sighed and silence was born | |
A tortured life is spared of vision | |
And it' s painful when it' s worn | |
The cloak of shame spares no protection | |
His world is made of steel | |
In his hands he bent the fire | |
To mold a thing so real | |
A burning world born of desire | |
His hope was not enough | |
To fill an empty cup | |
He simply let it drain into the nowhere | |
There is no reckoning | |
There is no bargaining | |
In symbol rain will fall as he lays weeping | |
We stand below rinsed by the tears | |
Unlike rain they bring no healing | |
Rust corrodes the souls | |
Of children wrought to match his image | |
Abandoned with all of his cares | |
No choice but to wait for the kindness of time | |
To erase us one and all | |
To flow like a river with no beginning | |
Head in hands and weary eyes | |
The failures scratch and carve the lines | |
Into the face of one | |
The lines into the face of none | |
He sees the world | |
He sees his dreams | |
And nothing' s ever as it seems | |
The promise was so real | |
Now all that' s left is crumbled steel | |
No prayers are said in his name | |
Nobody knew that he ever existed | |
Alone he accepts all the blame | |
Plaintively wonders how dreams become twisted | |
And he waits for another to come | |
Another, a chance to revive from the nothing | |
The fabric to weave once again | |
To forge from the fire his vision of man |