Shatter The Wisdom

Song Shatter The Wisdom
Artist Neuraxis
Album Live Progression

Lyrics

作曲 : McKinnon, Milley, Neuraxis
A terrible racket makes me suffer, like a fanfare
Marching throughout my head, booming so loud my soul has become deaf...
Nevertheless, reality stands firm, but a very strange conceptual world
Occurs inside this mad, distorted ode
Behind my eyes, comes the ludicrous crowd, full of movie makers' imagery
So forth i am, so forth i dream
Frenzied and rushed unceasingly
Drawn by the wizard's patterns
My mind is no longer my own
Above those hard-packed illusions, bright with pictures, that shall kill the wise's vigour
Is spoiled a great generation
Mankind has lost its mind, and therewith the arable ground, the vast field, the great
Which the scholars own
Cursed species - humans
Can you imagine?
What shall save you, once the intelligence
Will become speechless?
Locked into silence?
When you will remain a fabric's device
Old majesty, deprived from her kingdom, her memory will never carry on
There goes the orb of a system
Ones, adorn with a sad eden, and others tried to make it perfect

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : McKinnon, Milley, Neuraxis
A terrible racket makes me suffer, like a fanfare
Marching throughout my head, booming so loud my soul has become deaf...
Nevertheless, reality stands firm, but a very strange conceptual world
Occurs inside this mad, distorted ode
Behind my eyes, comes the ludicrous crowd, full of movie makers' imagery
So forth i am, so forth i dream
Frenzied and rushed unceasingly
Drawn by the wizard' s patterns
My mind is no longer my own
Above those hardpacked illusions, bright with pictures, that shall kill the wise' s vigour
Is spoiled a great generation
Mankind has lost its mind, and therewith the arable ground, the vast field, the great
Which the scholars own
Cursed species humans
Can you imagine?
What shall save you, once the intelligence
Will become speechless?
Locked into silence?
When you will remain a fabric' s device
Old majesty, deprived from her kingdom, her memory will never carry on
There goes the orb of a system
Ones, adorn with a sad eden, and others tried to make it perfect