Song | I Loathe |
Artist | Neaera |
Album | Omnicide - Creation Unleashed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Neaera | |
I am the thorns that pierce you | |
I am the leaves that heal | |
I am the thorns that guide you | |
I am the pain that heals | |
It is lies that we seek | |
Illusions that we need | |
The only way to survive | |
Is humbly closing our eyes | |
I loathe | |
the dumbing down, manipulation | |
Decry | |
the tools of the trade that make us kneel | |
I fear | |
the end of the circle, the all-in-vain | |
Detest | |
what you sell as the truth, as critical thought | |
No more | |
I will swallow your waste, your selfless Is | |
Refrain | |
from what you preach to survive | |
We are the thousand thorns | |
we are the thousand leaves | |
Sound the call to arms | |
There will be no relief | |
Disdain | |
Remains a reward I can't reject | |
Again | |
I lack what I need to adapt | |
Must I corrupt my soul to get inside? | |
Must I derange myself to stay intact? | |
Must I corrupt myself to get inside? | |
If i earth myself, does it all end? |
zuo qu : Neaera | |
I am the thorns that pierce you | |
I am the leaves that heal | |
I am the thorns that guide you | |
I am the pain that heals | |
It is lies that we seek | |
Illusions that we need | |
The only way to survive | |
Is humbly closing our eyes | |
I loathe | |
the dumbing down, manipulation | |
Decry | |
the tools of the trade that make us kneel | |
I fear | |
the end of the circle, the allinvain | |
Detest | |
what you sell as the truth, as critical thought | |
No more | |
I will swallow your waste, your selfless Is | |
Refrain | |
from what you preach to survive | |
We are the thousand thorns | |
we are the thousand leaves | |
Sound the call to arms | |
There will be no relief | |
Disdain | |
Remains a reward I can' t reject | |
Again | |
I lack what I need to adapt | |
Must I corrupt my soul to get inside? | |
Must I derange myself to stay intact? | |
Must I corrupt myself to get inside? | |
If i earth myself, does it all end? |
zuò qǔ : Neaera | |
I am the thorns that pierce you | |
I am the leaves that heal | |
I am the thorns that guide you | |
I am the pain that heals | |
It is lies that we seek | |
Illusions that we need | |
The only way to survive | |
Is humbly closing our eyes | |
I loathe | |
the dumbing down, manipulation | |
Decry | |
the tools of the trade that make us kneel | |
I fear | |
the end of the circle, the allinvain | |
Detest | |
what you sell as the truth, as critical thought | |
No more | |
I will swallow your waste, your selfless Is | |
Refrain | |
from what you preach to survive | |
We are the thousand thorns | |
we are the thousand leaves | |
Sound the call to arms | |
There will be no relief | |
Disdain | |
Remains a reward I can' t reject | |
Again | |
I lack what I need to adapt | |
Must I corrupt my soul to get inside? | |
Must I derange myself to stay intact? | |
Must I corrupt myself to get inside? | |
If i earth myself, does it all end? |