| Song | Live Like I'm Real |
| Artist | Born of Osiris |
| Album | A Higher Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Buras, Canizaro, Losch ... | |
| Echoes of your voice filling up the hallways. | |
| I still walk here and you still don't disappear. | |
| Disappear (No hesitation). | |
| I will move on (It's been over done). | |
| Enough of everything. | |
| It's been too long. | |
| Erase the facts, erase the fucking past | |
| This is the back of the front door. | |
| And I control you. | |
| And I still walk here. | |
| And as a matter of timing crumbles. | |
| And leaves us alone again with the wreckage. | |
| It still smolders here. | |
| Erase the facts, erase the fucking past. | |
| Enough of everything. | |
| It's been too long no looking back. | |
| I'll be alive, live like I'm real. | |
| Disappear now. | |
| I will move on. | |
| I'm hoping it's tonight when I can turn out these lights, | |
| and be alive. |
| zuo qu : Buras, Canizaro, Losch ... | |
| Echoes of your voice filling up the hallways. | |
| I still walk here and you still don' t disappear. | |
| Disappear No hesitation. | |
| I will move on It' s been over done. | |
| Enough of everything. | |
| It' s been too long. | |
| Erase the facts, erase the fucking past | |
| This is the back of the front door. | |
| And I control you. | |
| And I still walk here. | |
| And as a matter of timing crumbles. | |
| And leaves us alone again with the wreckage. | |
| It still smolders here. | |
| Erase the facts, erase the fucking past. | |
| Enough of everything. | |
| It' s been too long no looking back. | |
| I' ll be alive, live like I' m real. | |
| Disappear now. | |
| I will move on. | |
| I' m hoping it' s tonight when I can turn out these lights, | |
| and be alive. |
| zuò qǔ : Buras, Canizaro, Losch ... | |
| Echoes of your voice filling up the hallways. | |
| I still walk here and you still don' t disappear. | |
| Disappear No hesitation. | |
| I will move on It' s been over done. | |
| Enough of everything. | |
| It' s been too long. | |
| Erase the facts, erase the fucking past | |
| This is the back of the front door. | |
| And I control you. | |
| And I still walk here. | |
| And as a matter of timing crumbles. | |
| And leaves us alone again with the wreckage. | |
| It still smolders here. | |
| Erase the facts, erase the fucking past. | |
| Enough of everything. | |
| It' s been too long no looking back. | |
| I' ll be alive, live like I' m real. | |
| Disappear now. | |
| I will move on. | |
| I' m hoping it' s tonight when I can turn out these lights, | |
| and be alive. |