Song | Flame to the moth |
Artist | Pain of Salvation |
Album | Scarsick |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gildenlöw | |
I long for the summer | |
I long for the sun, gently touching my face | |
I'll open my eyes, let it burn every splinter | |
Unleash desert storms on its way to my heart | |
And I had this coming every day of my life | |
This is where I stop fighting, eyes open wide | |
You took this blade and cut a wreck | |
And in one blow laid bare your neck | |
Where did we go wrong? | |
I once had blue eyes, hungry and wise | |
Now they are black from this dark age of lies | |
We're all privatized, industrialized | |
We capitalize on the beams in our eyes | |
It's all in the eyes | |
Eyes - tearing with sorrow | |
Burning with anger and passion and lust | |
The swift wind of thought | |
Of wildness and laughter | |
The soil of defiance | |
The firm ground of trust | |
(we had this coming - every day of our lives) | |
(we should start fighting for eyes open wide) | |
But I am put here, in this world gone insane | |
Where everything's for sale | |
From nature, over stars down to DNA | |
Then I can gladly say | |
That I'd be the first to break that norm | |
Any day, any way | |
And the last to join the ranks | |
To hunt down the Daily Threat | |
Or any other brand of prey | |
You took this blade and cut a wreck | |
And in one blow laid bare your neck | |
Where did we go wrong? | |
We once had blue eyes, probing the skies | |
Now they are blackened from this modern life | |
All privatized, industrialized - a failure | |
Offensive and sore to the eye | |
One small step for man | |
Maybe this time I'll fly | |
And if I hit the ground, it's the way we all die | |
We are wrecks of the cut | |
Soups of the season | |
With dollar sign scars | |
From this dark age of treason | |
We all know how to cry | |
Then we learn how to smile | |
How to smile | |
We're all telling the truth | |
Tell us the truth! | |
Then we learn how to lie | |
And oh, how we lie | |
Now we lie | |
When you bow your heads tomorrow | |
At the world we build today | |
I want you to remember | |
That I stood my ground and said no (say no) | |
I said no | |
Say no! |
zuo qu : Gildenl w | |
I long for the summer | |
I long for the sun, gently touching my face | |
I' ll open my eyes, let it burn every splinter | |
Unleash desert storms on its way to my heart | |
And I had this coming every day of my life | |
This is where I stop fighting, eyes open wide | |
You took this blade and cut a wreck | |
And in one blow laid bare your neck | |
Where did we go wrong? | |
I once had blue eyes, hungry and wise | |
Now they are black from this dark age of lies | |
We' re all privatized, industrialized | |
We capitalize on the beams in our eyes | |
It' s all in the eyes | |
Eyes tearing with sorrow | |
Burning with anger and passion and lust | |
The swift wind of thought | |
Of wildness and laughter | |
The soil of defiance | |
The firm ground of trust | |
we had this coming every day of our lives | |
we should start fighting for eyes open wide | |
But I am put here, in this world gone insane | |
Where everything' s for sale | |
From nature, over stars down to DNA | |
Then I can gladly say | |
That I' d be the first to break that norm | |
Any day, any way | |
And the last to join the ranks | |
To hunt down the Daily Threat | |
Or any other brand of prey | |
You took this blade and cut a wreck | |
And in one blow laid bare your neck | |
Where did we go wrong? | |
We once had blue eyes, probing the skies | |
Now they are blackened from this modern life | |
All privatized, industrialized a failure | |
Offensive and sore to the eye | |
One small step for man | |
Maybe this time I' ll fly | |
And if I hit the ground, it' s the way we all die | |
We are wrecks of the cut | |
Soups of the season | |
With dollar sign scars | |
From this dark age of treason | |
We all know how to cry | |
Then we learn how to smile | |
How to smile | |
We' re all telling the truth | |
Tell us the truth! | |
Then we learn how to lie | |
And oh, how we lie | |
Now we lie | |
When you bow your heads tomorrow | |
At the world we build today | |
I want you to remember | |
That I stood my ground and said no say no | |
I said no | |
Say no! |
zuò qǔ : Gildenl w | |
I long for the summer | |
I long for the sun, gently touching my face | |
I' ll open my eyes, let it burn every splinter | |
Unleash desert storms on its way to my heart | |
And I had this coming every day of my life | |
This is where I stop fighting, eyes open wide | |
You took this blade and cut a wreck | |
And in one blow laid bare your neck | |
Where did we go wrong? | |
I once had blue eyes, hungry and wise | |
Now they are black from this dark age of lies | |
We' re all privatized, industrialized | |
We capitalize on the beams in our eyes | |
It' s all in the eyes | |
Eyes tearing with sorrow | |
Burning with anger and passion and lust | |
The swift wind of thought | |
Of wildness and laughter | |
The soil of defiance | |
The firm ground of trust | |
we had this coming every day of our lives | |
we should start fighting for eyes open wide | |
But I am put here, in this world gone insane | |
Where everything' s for sale | |
From nature, over stars down to DNA | |
Then I can gladly say | |
That I' d be the first to break that norm | |
Any day, any way | |
And the last to join the ranks | |
To hunt down the Daily Threat | |
Or any other brand of prey | |
You took this blade and cut a wreck | |
And in one blow laid bare your neck | |
Where did we go wrong? | |
We once had blue eyes, probing the skies | |
Now they are blackened from this modern life | |
All privatized, industrialized a failure | |
Offensive and sore to the eye | |
One small step for man | |
Maybe this time I' ll fly | |
And if I hit the ground, it' s the way we all die | |
We are wrecks of the cut | |
Soups of the season | |
With dollar sign scars | |
From this dark age of treason | |
We all know how to cry | |
Then we learn how to smile | |
How to smile | |
We' re all telling the truth | |
Tell us the truth! | |
Then we learn how to lie | |
And oh, how we lie | |
Now we lie | |
When you bow your heads tomorrow | |
At the world we build today | |
I want you to remember | |
That I stood my ground and said no say no | |
I said no | |
Say no! |