Song | Head General Hospital |
Artist | Hopesfall |
Album | Magnetic North |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Forrest, Hopesfall | |
We'll kick you | |
and your devotion to sloth wonder | |
in caveman style | |
you are only crawling faster | |
your eyes indent your oblong head | |
canonized in REM rhythm | |
you're not standing upright yet | |
sitting guilty in the spirit | |
of a passive sinner | |
oh look | |
your head | |
it's like a hospital hosting hypochondriacs | |
you got yourself uptight | |
are there anymore | |
facts or fiction fit for further alliteration | |
you seem so safely spoon0fed | |
and we can't operate on | |
oblivious | |
we're not partners in | |
or paramedics for | |
this whole world's going to make you a part of it | |
this whole world is going to leave you out | |
call someone to alleviate the senses | |
never let | |
ever let your body feel | |
how your mind could leave it | |
ou can see it in our faces | |
for we have travelled far | |
your mind is a long divide | |
a simple fraction of our time | |
deduct your logic | |
we'll lock up | |
or maybe just unlatch it | |
and throw yourself off | |
if you were meant for the wealth of applause | |
would a first floor window have a lock | |
there are no bleachers by bedsides | |
people build people in their (your) heads |
zuo qu : Forrest, Hopesfall | |
We' ll kick you | |
and your devotion to sloth wonder | |
in caveman style | |
you are only crawling faster | |
your eyes indent your oblong head | |
canonized in REM rhythm | |
you' re not standing upright yet | |
sitting guilty in the spirit | |
of a passive sinner | |
oh look | |
your head | |
it' s like a hospital hosting hypochondriacs | |
you got yourself uptight | |
are there anymore | |
facts or fiction fit for further alliteration | |
you seem so safely spoon0fed | |
and we can' t operate on | |
oblivious | |
we' re not partners in | |
or paramedics for | |
this whole world' s going to make you a part of it | |
this whole world is going to leave you out | |
call someone to alleviate the senses | |
never let | |
ever let your body feel | |
how your mind could leave it | |
ou can see it in our faces | |
for we have travelled far | |
your mind is a long divide | |
a simple fraction of our time | |
deduct your logic | |
we' ll lock up | |
or maybe just unlatch it | |
and throw yourself off | |
if you were meant for the wealth of applause | |
would a first floor window have a lock | |
there are no bleachers by bedsides | |
people build people in their your heads |
zuò qǔ : Forrest, Hopesfall | |
We' ll kick you | |
and your devotion to sloth wonder | |
in caveman style | |
you are only crawling faster | |
your eyes indent your oblong head | |
canonized in REM rhythm | |
you' re not standing upright yet | |
sitting guilty in the spirit | |
of a passive sinner | |
oh look | |
your head | |
it' s like a hospital hosting hypochondriacs | |
you got yourself uptight | |
are there anymore | |
facts or fiction fit for further alliteration | |
you seem so safely spoon0fed | |
and we can' t operate on | |
oblivious | |
we' re not partners in | |
or paramedics for | |
this whole world' s going to make you a part of it | |
this whole world is going to leave you out | |
call someone to alleviate the senses | |
never let | |
ever let your body feel | |
how your mind could leave it | |
ou can see it in our faces | |
for we have travelled far | |
your mind is a long divide | |
a simple fraction of our time | |
deduct your logic | |
we' ll lock up | |
or maybe just unlatch it | |
and throw yourself off | |
if you were meant for the wealth of applause | |
would a first floor window have a lock | |
there are no bleachers by bedsides | |
people build people in their your heads |