Song | Witness |
Artist | Kady Starling |
Album | Come What May Waiting to Expire |
作词 : Katy Somerville | |
作曲 : Jeff Dano/Mickaël Thomas | |
I’m just another casualty of the programmed detachment, | |
Compassionless faction that I’m packed with. | |
I’m scrapped out, stripped down and bare-browed, | |
Balls-out boredom’s got my back against the wall now. | |
I’ma powder up and I’ma power down, | |
Let it fizzle til the crowd dig a foot in the ground. | |
Hideous vision, systematic division delivered prisoners | |
Hidden within this flaccid condition of living. | |
On the borderline of waterlines rising up, | |
Eyes driving north unto horizons. | |
Switch your shadow for a deeper cloak of darkness, | |
To dazzle in the starkness, comparison of harmlessness. | |
They armed and hitched up, fixed up | |
The messiness and heaviness of heartless ****s, | |
Akin with armoured trucks. | |
And I’m a witness to the system that we know and love. | |
And I’m a victim of the system that we hold in trust. | |
And I’ma listen when the whistle blows long and low. | |
Oh, oh. | |
I’ve been a fractured version of my ancient soul, | |
From first light to first breath to last toll. | |
I’m depleted- not created, destroyed or beaten. | |
No reasons sit still in the mind of a heathen. | |
I’ma beat it up, there’s beauty in the bruise and blood, | |
Hue’s enough, the truth in touch oughta spark the truth in love. | |
In the given fist the open palm is proof enough, | |
That fortitude is force and guts that splatter in the void we clutch at. | |
I’ma fight back, the white sack, the beige horse, | |
Blazed torch to haze scorched the vessel that he came for. | |
And stayed for, prayed for a good man, | |
Two hands dumb enough to shake hands that stained red. | |
The captured enraptured in a simple lie, | |
So with hands tied, they’re fixed in their shallow life. | |
And I’m a witness to the system that we know and love. | |
And I’m a victim of the system that we hold in trust. | |
And I’ma listen when the whistle blows long and low. | |
Oh, oh. | |
Your free thought’s a trade whore for slave wars. | |
There’s not a single truth that you ain’t ever paid for. | |
And it’s eclipsed by the distance unabridged, | |
And the insistence that to live you gotta sacrifice the will you’re given. | |
I’m bitten, I’m better, I’m bone and I’m dust, now. | |
I’m rotten and ragged and dragged through the ghost town. | |
Despite anti-life slogans on the billboards, | |
I’m pretty sure that peace ain’t worth enough to kill for. | |
I’m pretty sure that peace ain’t worth enough to kill for. | |
I’ll meet you at the dregs when the time is nigh, | |
So in the darkness you will sense ascend directed time. | |
And I’ll bleed with the rest when the time is nigh. | |
And I’m a witness to the system that we know and love. | |
And I’m a victim of the system that we hold in trust. | |
And I’ma listen when the whistle blows long and low. | |
Oh, oh. | |
Big dreams in a small brain, face it, | |
You’re little more than shit, eat, complacent. | |
The same story at the start when it’s basic, | |
And the day that it ends, well ain’t a damn thing changed it. | |
Big dreams in a small brain, face it, | |
You’re little more than shit, eat, complacent. | |
The same story at the start when it’s basic, | |
And the day that it ends, well, ain’t a damn thing changed it. | |
Well, ain’t a damn thing changed it. | |
And I’m a witness to the system that we know and love. | |
And I’m a victim of the system that we hold in trust. | |
And I’ma listen when the whistle blows long and low. | |
Oh, oh. |
zuò cí : Katy Somerville | |
zuò qǔ : Jeff Dano Micka l Thomas | |
I' m just another casualty of the programmed detachment, | |
Compassionless faction that I' m packed with. | |
I' m scrapped out, stripped down and barebrowed, | |
Ballsout boredom' s got my back against the wall now. | |
I' ma powder up and I' ma power down, | |
Let it fizzle til the crowd dig a foot in the ground. | |
Hideous vision, systematic division delivered prisoners | |
Hidden within this flaccid condition of living. | |
On the borderline of waterlines rising up, | |
Eyes driving north unto horizons. | |
Switch your shadow for a deeper cloak of darkness, | |
To dazzle in the starkness, comparison of harmlessness. | |
They armed and hitched up, fixed up | |
The messiness and heaviness of heartless s, | |
Akin with armoured trucks. | |
And I' m a witness to the system that we know and love. | |
And I' m a victim of the system that we hold in trust. | |
And I' ma listen when the whistle blows long and low. | |
Oh, oh. | |
I' ve been a fractured version of my ancient soul, | |
From first light to first breath to last toll. | |
I' m depleted not created, destroyed or beaten. | |
No reasons sit still in the mind of a heathen. | |
I' ma beat it up, there' s beauty in the bruise and blood, | |
Hue' s enough, the truth in touch oughta spark the truth in love. | |
In the given fist the open palm is proof enough, | |
That fortitude is force and guts that splatter in the void we clutch at. | |
I' ma fight back, the white sack, the beige horse, | |
Blazed torch to haze scorched the vessel that he came for. | |
And stayed for, prayed for a good man, | |
Two hands dumb enough to shake hands that stained red. | |
The captured enraptured in a simple lie, | |
So with hands tied, they' re fixed in their shallow life. | |
And I' m a witness to the system that we know and love. | |
And I' m a victim of the system that we hold in trust. | |
And I' ma listen when the whistle blows long and low. | |
Oh, oh. | |
Your free thought' s a trade whore for slave wars. | |
There' s not a single truth that you ain' t ever paid for. | |
And it' s eclipsed by the distance unabridged, | |
And the insistence that to live you gotta sacrifice the will you' re given. | |
I' m bitten, I' m better, I' m bone and I' m dust, now. | |
I' m rotten and ragged and dragged through the ghost town. | |
Despite antilife slogans on the billboards, | |
I' m pretty sure that peace ain' t worth enough to kill for. | |
I' m pretty sure that peace ain' t worth enough to kill for. | |
I' ll meet you at the dregs when the time is nigh, | |
So in the darkness you will sense ascend directed time. | |
And I' ll bleed with the rest when the time is nigh. | |
And I' m a witness to the system that we know and love. | |
And I' m a victim of the system that we hold in trust. | |
And I' ma listen when the whistle blows long and low. | |
Oh, oh. | |
Big dreams in a small brain, face it, | |
You' re little more than shit, eat, complacent. | |
The same story at the start when it' s basic, | |
And the day that it ends, well ain' t a damn thing changed it. | |
Big dreams in a small brain, face it, | |
You' re little more than shit, eat, complacent. | |
The same story at the start when it' s basic, | |
And the day that it ends, well, ain' t a damn thing changed it. | |
Well, ain' t a damn thing changed it. | |
And I' m a witness to the system that we know and love. | |
And I' m a victim of the system that we hold in trust. | |
And I' ma listen when the whistle blows long and low. | |
Oh, oh. |