Song | Space Transmission |
Artist | Porcupine Tree |
Album | On the Sunday of Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wilson | |
Spoken: | |
You must listen very carefully to what I have to say | |
There isn't much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments | |
For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet | |
He is keeping me here against my will | |
And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete | |
I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter | |
Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded fourteen centuries ago | |
A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying, | |
"God, why do the millions worship you instead of I? | |
Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?" | |
A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth | |
And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly | |
About a dream I had many moons ago | |
In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses | |
That was all, but it lasted for many days | |
Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales | |
He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth | |
And then I will seek my revenge |
zuo ci : Wilson | |
Spoken: | |
You must listen very carefully to what I have to say | |
There isn' t much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments | |
For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet | |
He is keeping me here against my will | |
And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete | |
I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter | |
Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded fourteen centuries ago | |
A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying, | |
" God, why do the millions worship you instead of I? | |
Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?" | |
A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth | |
And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly | |
About a dream I had many moons ago | |
In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses | |
That was all, but it lasted for many days | |
Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales | |
He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth | |
And then I will seek my revenge |
zuò cí : Wilson | |
Spoken: | |
You must listen very carefully to what I have to say | |
There isn' t much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments | |
For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet | |
He is keeping me here against my will | |
And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete | |
I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter | |
Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded fourteen centuries ago | |
A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying, | |
" God, why do the millions worship you instead of I? | |
Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?" | |
A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth | |
And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly | |
About a dream I had many moons ago | |
In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses | |
That was all, but it lasted for many days | |
Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales | |
He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth | |
And then I will seek my revenge |