Song | Motionless |
Artist | Manus Bell |
Artist | Hakami |
Album | Brothers Over Business |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Manus Bell/Marcus Baun | |
作曲 : Manus Bell/Marcus Baun | |
I’m thinking of leaving, foreseeing the next call | |
will end up in screaming, I hang up the phone as I start believing | |
that I’m dreaming she couldn’t be real, looks like an angel, feels like a demon | |
Yet I don’t know whether to believe what I’m feeling | |
what I’m seeing is one of the most astonishing beings provoking emotion | |
deceiving the meaning of life the reason to fight in search of freedom | |
yet I don’t feel free, I can’t control my breathing, | |
My hearts empty, I’m internally bleeding | |
Eternally grieving, fall to the mercy of furious speaking, looking for workers, | |
but we’re human beings exceeding the clarity question of reason | |
I’ve been trying the healing, I don’t find it relieving, | |
the scratch at the back of my neck is a pain in my head and its only increasing | |
There’s one or two things to do, I could declare myself beaten | |
Or stick with my fantasy version of you as I hopefully keep on achieving | |
But the battles I’m facing are making me able to cope with the treason | |
killing the middle men only to bring them into an abyss of the memories we win | |
I see the blood dripping | |
I see the blood dripping down your face | |
I wish there was something that I could do | |
I wish there was something that I could say | |
‘Cause I see the blood dripping | |
Down your face | |
Beautiful isn’t she? | |
Or so it would seem | |
Making you feel the divinity | |
Or at least she could be | |
So many attempting to take the control of her | |
when she just wants to be set free | |
So many men becoming enemies | |
Over what could have been giving them empathy | |
But they all got plenty | |
probably more than you and I will ever know | |
But their thoughts are empty | |
looking for the things in people that come and go | |
An open mind | |
can be a remedy whenever it comes to an overload | |
But they keep on thinking that | |
we can solve any problem just by sending another boat | |
From the get-go, heck don’t get broke, | |
let those tectonic plates echo | |
In the middle of a meadow, earthquake | |
oh oh, **** it just make another ghetto | |
But I can hear the kettle screaming | |
the water be boiling, there’s damp on my ceiling | |
It’s getting worse, its like a curse | |
Don’t have anything to believe in | |
Lately I’ve been thinking whether I should have let go | |
a long time ago, back when I was broke | |
People keep telling me you looking better B | |
giving me respect like never before | |
I’m sick of this tendency, superficial friends | |
will **** off as soon as they enter the door | |
Looking for these women digging for the gold | |
hanging with your homie, dealing all the blow | |
But I’m, beginning to be in a bit of a | |
particular type of situation thinking as I go | |
overanalyze everything I’m told | |
see me in disguise, tell me what you know | |
Hold up, I just wanna be able to know ya, | |
I just wanna be able to bring an opinion | |
pull it back a millennium, | |
never think of a million in a coma | |
We ended up paying for whatever they used | |
They said we could become whatever we wanted to | |
But there’s no truth in a broke suit so | |
keep having your fun but just know that I’m on to you | |
On your tip-toes | |
reaching for the blue sky | |
Sweet and sour | |
never ask the question why... | |
Every time a siren passes by me | |
I get paranoia like when some people high | |
I can’t help imagine what could happen | |
What if it was me they were coming for this time? | |
Open to the world, motionless | |
Woke up from a dream feeling terrified | |
I said I needed more, just like I did before | |
but you seem to ignore all of this | |
Open to the world, motionless | |
Woke up from a dream feeling terrified | |
I said I needed more, just like I did before | |
but you seem to ignore all of this |
zuo ci : Manus Bell Marcus Baun | |
zuo qu : Manus Bell Marcus Baun | |
I' m thinking of leaving, foreseeing the next call | |
will end up in screaming, I hang up the phone as I start believing | |
that I' m dreaming she couldn' t be real, looks like an angel, feels like a demon | |
Yet I don' t know whether to believe what I' m feeling | |
what I' m seeing is one of the most astonishing beings provoking emotion | |
deceiving the meaning of life the reason to fight in search of freedom | |
yet I don' t feel free, I can' t control my breathing, | |
My hearts empty, I' m internally bleeding | |
Eternally grieving, fall to the mercy of furious speaking, looking for workers, | |
but we' re human beings exceeding the clarity question of reason | |
I' ve been trying the healing, I don' t find it relieving, | |
the scratch at the back of my neck is a pain in my head and its only increasing | |
There' s one or two things to do, I could declare myself beaten | |
Or stick with my fantasy version of you as I hopefully keep on achieving | |
But the battles I' m facing are making me able to cope with the treason | |
killing the middle men only to bring them into an abyss of the memories we win | |
I see the blood dripping | |
I see the blood dripping down your face | |
I wish there was something that I could do | |
I wish there was something that I could say | |
' Cause I see the blood dripping | |
Down your face | |
Beautiful isn' t she? | |
Or so it would seem | |
Making you feel the divinity | |
Or at least she could be | |
So many attempting to take the control of her | |
when she just wants to be set free | |
So many men becoming enemies | |
Over what could have been giving them empathy | |
But they all got plenty | |
probably more than you and I will ever know | |
But their thoughts are empty | |
looking for the things in people that come and go | |
An open mind | |
can be a remedy whenever it comes to an overload | |
But they keep on thinking that | |
we can solve any problem just by sending another boat | |
From the getgo, heck don' t get broke, | |
let those tectonic plates echo | |
In the middle of a meadow, earthquake | |
oh oh, it just make another ghetto | |
But I can hear the kettle screaming | |
the water be boiling, there' s damp on my ceiling | |
It' s getting worse, its like a curse | |
Don' t have anything to believe in | |
Lately I' ve been thinking whether I should have let go | |
a long time ago, back when I was broke | |
People keep telling me you looking better B | |
giving me respect like never before | |
I' m sick of this tendency, superficial friends | |
will off as soon as they enter the door | |
Looking for these women digging for the gold | |
hanging with your homie, dealing all the blow | |
But I' m, beginning to be in a bit of a | |
particular type of situation thinking as I go | |
overanalyze everything I' m told | |
see me in disguise, tell me what you know | |
Hold up, I just wanna be able to know ya, | |
I just wanna be able to bring an opinion | |
pull it back a millennium, | |
never think of a million in a coma | |
We ended up paying for whatever they used | |
They said we could become whatever we wanted to | |
But there' s no truth in a broke suit so | |
keep having your fun but just know that I' m on to you | |
On your tiptoes | |
reaching for the blue sky | |
Sweet and sour | |
never ask the question why... | |
Every time a siren passes by me | |
I get paranoia like when some people high | |
I can' t help imagine what could happen | |
What if it was me they were coming for this time? | |
Open to the world, motionless | |
Woke up from a dream feeling terrified | |
I said I needed more, just like I did before | |
but you seem to ignore all of this | |
Open to the world, motionless | |
Woke up from a dream feeling terrified | |
I said I needed more, just like I did before | |
but you seem to ignore all of this |
zuò cí : Manus Bell Marcus Baun | |
zuò qǔ : Manus Bell Marcus Baun | |
I' m thinking of leaving, foreseeing the next call | |
will end up in screaming, I hang up the phone as I start believing | |
that I' m dreaming she couldn' t be real, looks like an angel, feels like a demon | |
Yet I don' t know whether to believe what I' m feeling | |
what I' m seeing is one of the most astonishing beings provoking emotion | |
deceiving the meaning of life the reason to fight in search of freedom | |
yet I don' t feel free, I can' t control my breathing, | |
My hearts empty, I' m internally bleeding | |
Eternally grieving, fall to the mercy of furious speaking, looking for workers, | |
but we' re human beings exceeding the clarity question of reason | |
I' ve been trying the healing, I don' t find it relieving, | |
the scratch at the back of my neck is a pain in my head and its only increasing | |
There' s one or two things to do, I could declare myself beaten | |
Or stick with my fantasy version of you as I hopefully keep on achieving | |
But the battles I' m facing are making me able to cope with the treason | |
killing the middle men only to bring them into an abyss of the memories we win | |
I see the blood dripping | |
I see the blood dripping down your face | |
I wish there was something that I could do | |
I wish there was something that I could say | |
' Cause I see the blood dripping | |
Down your face | |
Beautiful isn' t she? | |
Or so it would seem | |
Making you feel the divinity | |
Or at least she could be | |
So many attempting to take the control of her | |
when she just wants to be set free | |
So many men becoming enemies | |
Over what could have been giving them empathy | |
But they all got plenty | |
probably more than you and I will ever know | |
But their thoughts are empty | |
looking for the things in people that come and go | |
An open mind | |
can be a remedy whenever it comes to an overload | |
But they keep on thinking that | |
we can solve any problem just by sending another boat | |
From the getgo, heck don' t get broke, | |
let those tectonic plates echo | |
In the middle of a meadow, earthquake | |
oh oh, it just make another ghetto | |
But I can hear the kettle screaming | |
the water be boiling, there' s damp on my ceiling | |
It' s getting worse, its like a curse | |
Don' t have anything to believe in | |
Lately I' ve been thinking whether I should have let go | |
a long time ago, back when I was broke | |
People keep telling me you looking better B | |
giving me respect like never before | |
I' m sick of this tendency, superficial friends | |
will off as soon as they enter the door | |
Looking for these women digging for the gold | |
hanging with your homie, dealing all the blow | |
But I' m, beginning to be in a bit of a | |
particular type of situation thinking as I go | |
overanalyze everything I' m told | |
see me in disguise, tell me what you know | |
Hold up, I just wanna be able to know ya, | |
I just wanna be able to bring an opinion | |
pull it back a millennium, | |
never think of a million in a coma | |
We ended up paying for whatever they used | |
They said we could become whatever we wanted to | |
But there' s no truth in a broke suit so | |
keep having your fun but just know that I' m on to you | |
On your tiptoes | |
reaching for the blue sky | |
Sweet and sour | |
never ask the question why... | |
Every time a siren passes by me | |
I get paranoia like when some people high | |
I can' t help imagine what could happen | |
What if it was me they were coming for this time? | |
Open to the world, motionless | |
Woke up from a dream feeling terrified | |
I said I needed more, just like I did before | |
but you seem to ignore all of this | |
Open to the world, motionless | |
Woke up from a dream feeling terrified | |
I said I needed more, just like I did before | |
but you seem to ignore all of this |