| Song | The Last Excuse |
| Artist | Dismantled |
| Album | Post Nuclear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Zon | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It filters through its neverending shades of green | |
| And when it turns on those rains | |
| It mutes it all to grey | |
| If there is a hell | |
| Its only life support is an idle screen | |
| But to unplug is to spill a restless world at unset knees | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It always stares back through the same new cracks | |
| And its every face seems worn and stale and overplayed | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It rings through wires and into my head | |
| It asks me where and how and why I just don't try | |
| But how can I explain | |
| When all I've been is blinded | |
| These words do talk | |
| These heads do turn | |
| But yet it's probably worthless | |
| I'm not the one | |
| I didn't want this | |
| And whether it's chemical, emotional, physical | |
| It doesn't mean shit | |
| If there is a hell | |
| There must be a heaven | |
| And if just once | |
| It shined right through | |
| Perhaps I'd try | |
| But it's only there | |
| So the mind can fake it | |
| And it seems that | |
| All its innocence | |
| Has all but drowned | |
| And sometimes it calls | |
| Through the submerged distance | |
| And as its glimmers | |
| Fade to black | |
| The depths seem undone | |
| But the only way to dive | |
| Is through their engines | |
| And while they always take the plunge | |
| I've learned to stand aside | |
| And leave them to collide | |
| Since | |
| I'm not the one | |
| I didn't want this | |
| And there is a hell | |
| I had it all made |
| zuo qu : Zon | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It filters through its neverending shades of green | |
| And when it turns on those rains | |
| It mutes it all to grey | |
| If there is a hell | |
| Its only life support is an idle screen | |
| But to unplug is to spill a restless world at unset knees | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It always stares back through the same new cracks | |
| And its every face seems worn and stale and overplayed | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It rings through wires and into my head | |
| It asks me where and how and why I just don' t try | |
| But how can I explain | |
| When all I' ve been is blinded | |
| These words do talk | |
| These heads do turn | |
| But yet it' s probably worthless | |
| I' m not the one | |
| I didn' t want this | |
| And whether it' s chemical, emotional, physical | |
| It doesn' t mean shit | |
| If there is a hell | |
| There must be a heaven | |
| And if just once | |
| It shined right through | |
| Perhaps I' d try | |
| But it' s only there | |
| So the mind can fake it | |
| And it seems that | |
| All its innocence | |
| Has all but drowned | |
| And sometimes it calls | |
| Through the submerged distance | |
| And as its glimmers | |
| Fade to black | |
| The depths seem undone | |
| But the only way to dive | |
| Is through their engines | |
| And while they always take the plunge | |
| I' ve learned to stand aside | |
| And leave them to collide | |
| Since | |
| I' m not the one | |
| I didn' t want this | |
| And there is a hell | |
| I had it all made |
| zuò qǔ : Zon | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It filters through its neverending shades of green | |
| And when it turns on those rains | |
| It mutes it all to grey | |
| If there is a hell | |
| Its only life support is an idle screen | |
| But to unplug is to spill a restless world at unset knees | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It always stares back through the same new cracks | |
| And its every face seems worn and stale and overplayed | |
| If there is a hell | |
| It rings through wires and into my head | |
| It asks me where and how and why I just don' t try | |
| But how can I explain | |
| When all I' ve been is blinded | |
| These words do talk | |
| These heads do turn | |
| But yet it' s probably worthless | |
| I' m not the one | |
| I didn' t want this | |
| And whether it' s chemical, emotional, physical | |
| It doesn' t mean shit | |
| If there is a hell | |
| There must be a heaven | |
| And if just once | |
| It shined right through | |
| Perhaps I' d try | |
| But it' s only there | |
| So the mind can fake it | |
| And it seems that | |
| All its innocence | |
| Has all but drowned | |
| And sometimes it calls | |
| Through the submerged distance | |
| And as its glimmers | |
| Fade to black | |
| The depths seem undone | |
| But the only way to dive | |
| Is through their engines | |
| And while they always take the plunge | |
| I' ve learned to stand aside | |
| And leave them to collide | |
| Since | |
| I' m not the one | |
| I didn' t want this | |
| And there is a hell | |
| I had it all made |