Song | Channeling Elements |
Artist | Candiria |
Album | 300 Percent Density |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Candiria, Coma | |
CHAPTER ONE | |
through suffering | |
my existence is made whole | |
upward pure | |
the strength of character is raised | |
thorns that lead to a rose | |
eradicate the fences | |
improving from failures that weaken my defenses | |
wake up | |
and overcome | |
inhale the life | |
this blood of one | |
dust of the earth | |
can a man walk through the furnace | |
without garments being burned? | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
deviate the senses spawned | |
i see the calm rivers and i'm searching for dawn | |
my perception overwhelming the herds | |
spit them out | |
drowning tides that perverse | |
opposite from my reaction, the disasters absurd | |
and the things of no form despise | |
and the things of no form deprive | |
early morning darkness | |
splitting veins from the wrist | |
who will be the farthest? | |
separate the districts | |
what? | |
what's your state of mind? | |
what's your state of life? | |
what's your take on death? | |
do you speak words of the masses? | |
if so, your throat is bottomless | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
observe the turning points that threaten to respond | |
defend | |
seeds that struggle tom come into fruition | |
unripened | |
this inner being | |
a consuming fire | |
that spills from the mouth | |
a foundation desired | |
at one with the elements | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
stable | |
ground with no illusions | |
streamline | |
speech with no pollution | |
appealing to the gestures | |
altering the momentum with natural selection | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
feasting on the blemishes congested | |
kerosene | |
acidic smile perfected | |
pours | |
phlegm induced pours | |
down flow infected | |
CHAPTER SEVEN | |
CHAPTER EIGHT | |
running against the tides | |
swell | |
swallowed whole | |
spewing the venom of snakes from their nostrils | |
arms that fold | |
detestable | |
secret practices | |
false | |
doctrines that mold |
zuo qu : Candiria, Coma | |
CHAPTER ONE | |
through suffering | |
my existence is made whole | |
upward pure | |
the strength of character is raised | |
thorns that lead to a rose | |
eradicate the fences | |
improving from failures that weaken my defenses | |
wake up | |
and overcome | |
inhale the life | |
this blood of one | |
dust of the earth | |
can a man walk through the furnace | |
without garments being burned? | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
deviate the senses spawned | |
i see the calm rivers and i' m searching for dawn | |
my perception overwhelming the herds | |
spit them out | |
drowning tides that perverse | |
opposite from my reaction, the disasters absurd | |
and the things of no form despise | |
and the things of no form deprive | |
early morning darkness | |
splitting veins from the wrist | |
who will be the farthest? | |
separate the districts | |
what? | |
what' s your state of mind? | |
what' s your state of life? | |
what' s your take on death? | |
do you speak words of the masses? | |
if so, your throat is bottomless | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
observe the turning points that threaten to respond | |
defend | |
seeds that struggle tom come into fruition | |
unripened | |
this inner being | |
a consuming fire | |
that spills from the mouth | |
a foundation desired | |
at one with the elements | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
stable | |
ground with no illusions | |
streamline | |
speech with no pollution | |
appealing to the gestures | |
altering the momentum with natural selection | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
feasting on the blemishes congested | |
kerosene | |
acidic smile perfected | |
pours | |
phlegm induced pours | |
down flow infected | |
CHAPTER SEVEN | |
CHAPTER EIGHT | |
running against the tides | |
swell | |
swallowed whole | |
spewing the venom of snakes from their nostrils | |
arms that fold | |
detestable | |
secret practices | |
false | |
doctrines that mold |
zuò qǔ : Candiria, Coma | |
CHAPTER ONE | |
through suffering | |
my existence is made whole | |
upward pure | |
the strength of character is raised | |
thorns that lead to a rose | |
eradicate the fences | |
improving from failures that weaken my defenses | |
wake up | |
and overcome | |
inhale the life | |
this blood of one | |
dust of the earth | |
can a man walk through the furnace | |
without garments being burned? | |
CHAPTER TWO | |
deviate the senses spawned | |
i see the calm rivers and i' m searching for dawn | |
my perception overwhelming the herds | |
spit them out | |
drowning tides that perverse | |
opposite from my reaction, the disasters absurd | |
and the things of no form despise | |
and the things of no form deprive | |
early morning darkness | |
splitting veins from the wrist | |
who will be the farthest? | |
separate the districts | |
what? | |
what' s your state of mind? | |
what' s your state of life? | |
what' s your take on death? | |
do you speak words of the masses? | |
if so, your throat is bottomless | |
CHAPTER THREE | |
observe the turning points that threaten to respond | |
defend | |
seeds that struggle tom come into fruition | |
unripened | |
this inner being | |
a consuming fire | |
that spills from the mouth | |
a foundation desired | |
at one with the elements | |
CHAPTER FOUR | |
stable | |
ground with no illusions | |
streamline | |
speech with no pollution | |
appealing to the gestures | |
altering the momentum with natural selection | |
CHAPTER FIVE | |
feasting on the blemishes congested | |
kerosene | |
acidic smile perfected | |
pours | |
phlegm induced pours | |
down flow infected | |
CHAPTER SEVEN | |
CHAPTER EIGHT | |
running against the tides | |
swell | |
swallowed whole | |
spewing the venom of snakes from their nostrils | |
arms that fold | |
detestable | |
secret practices | |
false | |
doctrines that mold |