Black Days Lyrics
| Song | Black Days |
| Artist | Nonsense |
| Album | Away from Black Days |
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| 作词 : Olivier Sicaud/Sebastien Biola | |
| 作曲 : Nonsense | |
| Away from black days, you’ll suffer a thousand internal pain. | |
| Static, assaulted by the guilt of the lack of knowledge. | |
| Can’t get out of it now. Blinded, numbered, collapsing, mind is coming apart. // | |
| Swarms of bombs tearing the confines of the world, survivors will get their throats cut anyway. | |
| Against the walls we’re raising everywhere, trying to bury and hide the shame under indifference. // | |
| Circles of hours turning on and on. Conspire, decimate, exterminate ‘till there’s no memory. | |
| Death will find a way to reach you, leaving you scared into the appearance of a life. // | |
| On the altar of the dead, naked and bowed, | |
| wandering so silently in the pain. // | |
| I feel so alone. I see the worst of man leading us all to nowhere. Will we stand each other someday? // | |
| We are better than this. // | |
| I reach for chaos. I reach for peace and something in between. Compliant but demanding. // | |
| So let’s go on the top of the hill and see what’s beyond this ****ing frame to erase.// | |
| The idle need for self perfection is holding us into a dream, an illusion. // | |
| Friends, love, money, fame, drugs, disease and birth, joy, mourning, old, sad, distance. // | |
| We are damned. A feat as a solution to stop the time and get away from black days. |
| zuo ci : Olivier Sicaud Sebastien Biola | |
| zuo qu : Nonsense | |
| Away from black days, you' ll suffer a thousand internal pain. | |
| Static, assaulted by the guilt of the lack of knowledge. | |
| Can' t get out of it now. Blinded, numbered, collapsing, mind is coming apart. | |
| Swarms of bombs tearing the confines of the world, survivors will get their throats cut anyway. | |
| Against the walls we' re raising everywhere, trying to bury and hide the shame under indifference. | |
| Circles of hours turning on and on. Conspire, decimate, exterminate ' till there' s no memory. | |
| Death will find a way to reach you, leaving you scared into the appearance of a life. | |
| On the altar of the dead, naked and bowed, | |
| wandering so silently in the pain. | |
| I feel so alone. I see the worst of man leading us all to nowhere. Will we stand each other someday? | |
| We are better than this. | |
| I reach for chaos. I reach for peace and something in between. Compliant but demanding. | |
| So let' s go on the top of the hill and see what' s beyond this ing frame to erase. | |
| The idle need for self perfection is holding us into a dream, an illusion. | |
| Friends, love, money, fame, drugs, disease and birth, joy, mourning, old, sad, distance. | |
| We are damned. A feat as a solution to stop the time and get away from black days. |
| zuò cí : Olivier Sicaud Sebastien Biola | |
| zuò qǔ : Nonsense | |
| Away from black days, you' ll suffer a thousand internal pain. | |
| Static, assaulted by the guilt of the lack of knowledge. | |
| Can' t get out of it now. Blinded, numbered, collapsing, mind is coming apart. | |
| Swarms of bombs tearing the confines of the world, survivors will get their throats cut anyway. | |
| Against the walls we' re raising everywhere, trying to bury and hide the shame under indifference. | |
| Circles of hours turning on and on. Conspire, decimate, exterminate ' till there' s no memory. | |
| Death will find a way to reach you, leaving you scared into the appearance of a life. | |
| On the altar of the dead, naked and bowed, | |
| wandering so silently in the pain. | |
| I feel so alone. I see the worst of man leading us all to nowhere. Will we stand each other someday? | |
| We are better than this. | |
| I reach for chaos. I reach for peace and something in between. Compliant but demanding. | |
| So let' s go on the top of the hill and see what' s beyond this ing frame to erase. | |
| The idle need for self perfection is holding us into a dream, an illusion. | |
| Friends, love, money, fame, drugs, disease and birth, joy, mourning, old, sad, distance. | |
| We are damned. A feat as a solution to stop the time and get away from black days. |
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