Song | Dry Run |
Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
Album | Character |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jivarp, Nicklasson, Stanne | |
It comes from all we're giving | |
In seemingly endless supply | |
As signals cross defiantly | |
Into this volatile mix we charge | |
And the stubborn mind repeats | |
The errors to challenge our grounds | |
Either soar above or the detour takes you right | |
Back down | |
To where no one wants to see | |
Misgivings in this starry nightlight | |
Fill in the blanks | |
That one will fall | |
To the haunts and horrors | |
To the haunts and horrors | |
There is nothing left | |
A mere shadow | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
There is nothing there | |
An empty prop | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
It gets you deep | |
Down low now | |
As they told you of the blazing heights | |
The stage from which the world is viewed | |
Is the mirror to shatter the image | |
The crypt he kept for hiding | |
Retreat from another attack | |
Painlessly forgiving | |
A refuge in deceptive black | |
It works within the system | |
And they won't understand | |
A lesser known deceiver | |
Will fool you even more | |
Now, now, now | |
Now taunt the wasted | |
It's all about nothing | |
What to squeeze within the span of attention | |
Brought to ground | |
Let the chaos pass | |
That one will fail | |
By the screams and terrors | |
By the screams and terrors | |
There is nothing left | |
A mere shadow | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
There is nothing there | |
An empty prop | |
When adrenaline runs dry |
zuo ci : Jivarp, Nicklasson, Stanne | |
It comes from all we' re giving | |
In seemingly endless supply | |
As signals cross defiantly | |
Into this volatile mix we charge | |
And the stubborn mind repeats | |
The errors to challenge our grounds | |
Either soar above or the detour takes you right | |
Back down | |
To where no one wants to see | |
Misgivings in this starry nightlight | |
Fill in the blanks | |
That one will fall | |
To the haunts and horrors | |
To the haunts and horrors | |
There is nothing left | |
A mere shadow | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
There is nothing there | |
An empty prop | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
It gets you deep | |
Down low now | |
As they told you of the blazing heights | |
The stage from which the world is viewed | |
Is the mirror to shatter the image | |
The crypt he kept for hiding | |
Retreat from another attack | |
Painlessly forgiving | |
A refuge in deceptive black | |
It works within the system | |
And they won' t understand | |
A lesser known deceiver | |
Will fool you even more | |
Now, now, now | |
Now taunt the wasted | |
It' s all about nothing | |
What to squeeze within the span of attention | |
Brought to ground | |
Let the chaos pass | |
That one will fail | |
By the screams and terrors | |
By the screams and terrors | |
There is nothing left | |
A mere shadow | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
There is nothing there | |
An empty prop | |
When adrenaline runs dry |
zuò cí : Jivarp, Nicklasson, Stanne | |
It comes from all we' re giving | |
In seemingly endless supply | |
As signals cross defiantly | |
Into this volatile mix we charge | |
And the stubborn mind repeats | |
The errors to challenge our grounds | |
Either soar above or the detour takes you right | |
Back down | |
To where no one wants to see | |
Misgivings in this starry nightlight | |
Fill in the blanks | |
That one will fall | |
To the haunts and horrors | |
To the haunts and horrors | |
There is nothing left | |
A mere shadow | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
There is nothing there | |
An empty prop | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
It gets you deep | |
Down low now | |
As they told you of the blazing heights | |
The stage from which the world is viewed | |
Is the mirror to shatter the image | |
The crypt he kept for hiding | |
Retreat from another attack | |
Painlessly forgiving | |
A refuge in deceptive black | |
It works within the system | |
And they won' t understand | |
A lesser known deceiver | |
Will fool you even more | |
Now, now, now | |
Now taunt the wasted | |
It' s all about nothing | |
What to squeeze within the span of attention | |
Brought to ground | |
Let the chaos pass | |
That one will fail | |
By the screams and terrors | |
By the screams and terrors | |
There is nothing left | |
A mere shadow | |
When adrenaline runs dry | |
There is nothing there | |
An empty prop | |
When adrenaline runs dry |