Song | Sword Of Eyes |
Artist | Misery Signals |
Album | Mirrors |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Misery Signals | |
There is no one on the air | |
I chase parading ghosts in burning memory | |
Through empty shells of stolen moments | |
As all the stains are reassuring us | |
That they happened | |
Poring over the fragments found, lost in portrayal | |
Reflected back unto ourselves | |
I've been reduced to a faded impression | |
Attention paid, critical. | |
These elements, they fail to align | |
I realize this is passing | |
Do they become something more | |
Under the surface of an image paralyzed | |
As we become nothing | |
Spectral trails echo on the air | |
Aperture set | |
Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over | |
Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind | |
And I give myself to the truth | |
Flesh fed to the piranhas | |
Liar's blood it falls into water | |
Where only the water survives | |
I'll stare into my own false eyes | |
And watch the life in them die | |
The past will lay dead | |
When the present is slain by the sword of eyes | |
Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together | |
You can't have it back | |
You can never have it back |
zuo qu : Misery Signals | |
There is no one on the air | |
I chase parading ghosts in burning memory | |
Through empty shells of stolen moments | |
As all the stains are reassuring us | |
That they happened | |
Poring over the fragments found, lost in portrayal | |
Reflected back unto ourselves | |
I' ve been reduced to a faded impression | |
Attention paid, critical. | |
These elements, they fail to align | |
I realize this is passing | |
Do they become something more | |
Under the surface of an image paralyzed | |
As we become nothing | |
Spectral trails echo on the air | |
Aperture set | |
Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over | |
Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind | |
And I give myself to the truth | |
Flesh fed to the piranhas | |
Liar' s blood it falls into water | |
Where only the water survives | |
I' ll stare into my own false eyes | |
And watch the life in them die | |
The past will lay dead | |
When the present is slain by the sword of eyes | |
Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together | |
You can' t have it back | |
You can never have it back |
zuò qǔ : Misery Signals | |
There is no one on the air | |
I chase parading ghosts in burning memory | |
Through empty shells of stolen moments | |
As all the stains are reassuring us | |
That they happened | |
Poring over the fragments found, lost in portrayal | |
Reflected back unto ourselves | |
I' ve been reduced to a faded impression | |
Attention paid, critical. | |
These elements, they fail to align | |
I realize this is passing | |
Do they become something more | |
Under the surface of an image paralyzed | |
As we become nothing | |
Spectral trails echo on the air | |
Aperture set | |
Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over | |
Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind | |
And I give myself to the truth | |
Flesh fed to the piranhas | |
Liar' s blood it falls into water | |
Where only the water survives | |
I' ll stare into my own false eyes | |
And watch the life in them die | |
The past will lay dead | |
When the present is slain by the sword of eyes | |
Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together | |
You can' t have it back | |
You can never have it back |