Song | Cardiac Silence |
Artist | Hot Cross |
Album | Risk Revival |
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作曲 : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
Slip passed the first way we went about | |
Deciding the exact moment | |
When faith became doubt | |
Killing fields are open again, or so they | |
Tell me and so they kill me | |
Each night a new death to celebrate the blood | |
Violence over silence or so they tell me | |
But I wouldn't have it the same way you buy and sell me | |
Slash and slander marks a name in this game | |
And "it's only letters", she tells me | |
"Only letters that I've thrown away" | |
Heart stop motion, cardiac silence | |
For a handful of notions | |
Tangle the cord itself, tied back to avoid the burn | |
Strangle the hordes yourself | |
No way I'll feel you and never learn | |
Giving up, giving in, slipping up on trying once again | |
Trimmed and tethered all around | |
The last call to appease you all | |
We drink from the same glass | |
A courage unforeseen yet deeply suspended | |
Opportunity to even the score once more extended | |
Take from me as you will, force fed failures moving inward still |
zuo qu : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
Slip passed the first way we went about | |
Deciding the exact moment | |
When faith became doubt | |
Killing fields are open again, or so they | |
Tell me and so they kill me | |
Each night a new death to celebrate the blood | |
Violence over silence or so they tell me | |
But I wouldn' t have it the same way you buy and sell me | |
Slash and slander marks a name in this game | |
And " it' s only letters", she tells me | |
" Only letters that I' ve thrown away" | |
Heart stop motion, cardiac silence | |
For a handful of notions | |
Tangle the cord itself, tied back to avoid the burn | |
Strangle the hordes yourself | |
No way I' ll feel you and never learn | |
Giving up, giving in, slipping up on trying once again | |
Trimmed and tethered all around | |
The last call to appease you all | |
We drink from the same glass | |
A courage unforeseen yet deeply suspended | |
Opportunity to even the score once more extended | |
Take from me as you will, force fed failures moving inward still |
zuò qǔ : Boland, Drudy, Smith, Werner | |
Slip passed the first way we went about | |
Deciding the exact moment | |
When faith became doubt | |
Killing fields are open again, or so they | |
Tell me and so they kill me | |
Each night a new death to celebrate the blood | |
Violence over silence or so they tell me | |
But I wouldn' t have it the same way you buy and sell me | |
Slash and slander marks a name in this game | |
And " it' s only letters", she tells me | |
" Only letters that I' ve thrown away" | |
Heart stop motion, cardiac silence | |
For a handful of notions | |
Tangle the cord itself, tied back to avoid the burn | |
Strangle the hordes yourself | |
No way I' ll feel you and never learn | |
Giving up, giving in, slipping up on trying once again | |
Trimmed and tethered all around | |
The last call to appease you all | |
We drink from the same glass | |
A courage unforeseen yet deeply suspended | |
Opportunity to even the score once more extended | |
Take from me as you will, force fed failures moving inward still |