| Song | ...As Life |
| Artist | Piety to Agony | 誠於苦 |
| Album | Piety to Agony |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Piety to Agony | 誠於苦 |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Piety to Agony | 誠於苦 |
| [01:15.189] | Is there any sign to prove that I’m here? |
| [01:21.190] | Does every body have a place to be? |
| [01:27.189] | Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? |
| [01:38.691] | We think in a dream, as if living. |
| [01:50.439] | A dream in which we live called reality. |
| [02:34.690] | We're not anything we think we are. |
| [02:37.941] | Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. |
| [02:40.689] | I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, |
| [02:43.690] | we're only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. |
| [02:46.940] | We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. |
| [02:49.690] | See nothing! ****, nothing's our everything! |
| [02:52.941] | Take whatever credit for your so-called originality. |
| [02:55.689] | Comes and goes it's just a perpetual cycle… |
| [03:46.440] | Is there any sign to prove that I’m here? |
| [03:52.690] | Does every body have a place to be? |
| [03:58.441] | Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? |
| [04:10.688] | Presented to us is a paint by senses. |
| [04:16.688] | Without a reference we cry "This is it!" |
| [04:22.441] | We little figures flourish and wilt in a frame prefixed. |
| [04:34.437] | Dear the Infinite, aren’t we fun to be played with? |
| [04:46.440] | Grace our fate with a way to heighten our state. |
| [04:58.689] | We're not anything we think we are. |
| [05:01.690] | Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. |
| [05:04.690] | I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, |
| [05:07.687] | we're only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. |
| [05:10.940] | We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. |
| [05:13.940] | See nothing! ****, nothing's our everything! |
| [05:16.690] | Take whatever credit for your so-called originality. |
| [05:19.939] | Comes and goes it's just a perpetual cycle we've been waiting by the assembly line so desperate to be a part of. |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Piety to Agony cheng yu ku |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Piety to Agony cheng yu ku |
| [01:15.189] | Is there any sign to prove that I' m here? |
| [01:21.190] | Does every body have a place to be? |
| [01:27.189] | Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? |
| [01:38.691] | We think in a dream, as if living. |
| [01:50.439] | A dream in which we live called reality. |
| [02:34.690] | We' re not anything we think we are. |
| [02:37.941] | Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. |
| [02:40.689] | I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, |
| [02:43.690] | we' re only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. |
| [02:46.940] | We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. |
| [02:49.690] | See nothing! , nothing' s our everything! |
| [02:52.941] | Take whatever credit for your socalled originality. |
| [02:55.689] | Comes and goes it' s just a perpetual cycle |
| [03:46.440] | Is there any sign to prove that I' m here? |
| [03:52.690] | Does every body have a place to be? |
| [03:58.441] | Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? |
| [04:10.688] | Presented to us is a paint by senses. |
| [04:16.688] | Without a reference we cry " This is it!" |
| [04:22.441] | We little figures flourish and wilt in a frame prefixed. |
| [04:34.437] | Dear the Infinite, aren' t we fun to be played with? |
| [04:46.440] | Grace our fate with a way to heighten our state. |
| [04:58.689] | We' re not anything we think we are. |
| [05:01.690] | Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. |
| [05:04.690] | I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, |
| [05:07.687] | we' re only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. |
| [05:10.940] | We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. |
| [05:13.940] | See nothing! , nothing' s our everything! |
| [05:16.690] | Take whatever credit for your socalled originality. |
| [05:19.939] | Comes and goes it' s just a perpetual cycle we' ve been waiting by the assembly line so desperate to be a part of. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Piety to Agony chéng yú kǔ |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Piety to Agony chéng yú kǔ |
| [01:15.189] | Is there any sign to prove that I' m here? |
| [01:21.190] | Does every body have a place to be? |
| [01:27.189] | Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? |
| [01:38.691] | We think in a dream, as if living. |
| [01:50.439] | A dream in which we live called reality. |
| [02:34.690] | We' re not anything we think we are. |
| [02:37.941] | Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. |
| [02:40.689] | I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, |
| [02:43.690] | we' re only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. |
| [02:46.940] | We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. |
| [02:49.690] | See nothing! , nothing' s our everything! |
| [02:52.941] | Take whatever credit for your socalled originality. |
| [02:55.689] | Comes and goes it' s just a perpetual cycle |
| [03:46.440] | Is there any sign to prove that I' m here? |
| [03:52.690] | Does every body have a place to be? |
| [03:58.441] | Are we the insignificant here just as he foresees? |
| [04:10.688] | Presented to us is a paint by senses. |
| [04:16.688] | Without a reference we cry " This is it!" |
| [04:22.441] | We little figures flourish and wilt in a frame prefixed. |
| [04:34.437] | Dear the Infinite, aren' t we fun to be played with? |
| [04:46.440] | Grace our fate with a way to heighten our state. |
| [04:58.689] | We' re not anything we think we are. |
| [05:01.690] | Mere appearance! Everything held dear to heart. |
| [05:04.690] | I hate to break it but if you really really think about it, |
| [05:07.687] | we' re only cavemen chained to see the shadows on a damn wall. |
| [05:10.940] | We see, we feel, we take our life so blessedly. |
| [05:13.940] | See nothing! , nothing' s our everything! |
| [05:16.690] | Take whatever credit for your socalled originality. |
| [05:19.939] | Comes and goes it' s just a perpetual cycle we' ve been waiting by the assembly line so desperate to be a part of. |