Song | Room 101 |
Artist | Carcass |
Album | Swansong |
作词 : Steer, Walker | |
(Music: Steer)(Lyrics: Walker) | |
Don't claim to be a prophet | |
Don't claim to read the stars | |
But I can see a future | |
Mapped out in scars | |
Look to the skies | |
Keep praying to your gods | |
Your only salvation | |
Will come in the shape of the bomb | |
No clockwork orange | |
The doom watch ticks | |
There's no second coming | |
Only final conflict | |
Blind pessimism? | |
Only time will tell | |
The cold hard reality | |
Is that this world had gone to hell | |
And this is where | |
I belongIn my room one zero one | |
As I sit here all alone | |
In my own private year zero | |
These numbers branded | |
Embedded in the mind | |
How can your herald a future | |
When it's already arrived? | |
Keep looking to the skies | |
Keep waiting for your lord | |
You fools there's no second coming | |
To redeem you all | |
And this is where | |
I belongIn my room one zero one | |
As I sit here all alone | |
In my own private year zero(leads) | |
Don't claim to be a prophet | |
Don't claim to sight the stars | |
But I can read the future | |
In anguished mental scars | |
I have no faith | |
In anything that you hold dear | |
The future is ours | |
Only in sweat and tears | |
And this is where | |
I belongIn my room one zero one | |
As I sit here all alone | |
In my own private year zero | |
And this is where | |
I belongIn my room one zero one | |
As I sit here all alone | |
In my own private year zero |
zuò cí : Steer, Walker | |
Music: Steer Lyrics: Walker | |
Don' t claim to be a prophet | |
Don' t claim to read the stars | |
But I can see a future | |
Mapped out in scars | |
Look to the skies | |
Keep praying to your gods | |
Your only salvation | |
Will come in the shape of the bomb | |
No clockwork orange | |
The doom watch ticks | |
There' s no second coming | |
Only final conflict | |
Blind pessimism? | |
Only time will tell | |
The cold hard reality | |
Is that this world had gone to hell | |
And this is where | |
I belongIn my room one zero one | |
As I sit here all alone | |
In my own private year zero | |
These numbers branded | |
Embedded in the mind | |
How can your herald a future | |
When it' s already arrived? | |
Keep looking to the skies | |
Keep waiting for your lord | |
You fools there' s no second coming | |
To redeem you all | |
And this is where | |
I belongIn my room one zero one | |
As I sit here all alone | |
In my own private year zero leads | |
Don' t claim to be a prophet | |
Don' t claim to sight the stars | |
But I can read the future | |
In anguished mental scars | |
I have no faith | |
In anything that you hold dear | |
The future is ours | |
Only in sweat and tears | |
And this is where | |
I belongIn my room one zero one | |
As I sit here all alone | |
In my own private year zero | |
And this is where | |
I belongIn my room one zero one | |
As I sit here all alone | |
In my own private year zero |