Song | 18 Soldiers |
Artist | Pennywise |
Album | The Fuse |
作词 : Pennywise | |
Eighteen soldiers, five days away | |
Caged in silence, lying awake | |
Ragged tirades are dead at the stake | |
Raging sirens but nobody pays | |
We got nothing but time | |
Overacting out in cynical times | |
When the rain starts coming down | |
The search for absolution is dry | |
Eighteen fathers visit the graves | |
Locked in violence, resigned to their fate | |
Fallen idols are cracked at the base | |
Hollow silence alone in their place | |
Retaliation is blind | |
With underestimated losses of life | |
And the stains of blood are bold | |
And visible beneath the divide | |
We're caught up in it, we can't forget it | |
Forget your losses and don't regret it |
zuò cí : Pennywise | |
Eighteen soldiers, five days away | |
Caged in silence, lying awake | |
Ragged tirades are dead at the stake | |
Raging sirens but nobody pays | |
We got nothing but time | |
Overacting out in cynical times | |
When the rain starts coming down | |
The search for absolution is dry | |
Eighteen fathers visit the graves | |
Locked in violence, resigned to their fate | |
Fallen idols are cracked at the base | |
Hollow silence alone in their place | |
Retaliation is blind | |
With underestimated losses of life | |
And the stains of blood are bold | |
And visible beneath the divide | |
We' re caught up in it, we can' t forget it | |
Forget your losses and don' t regret it |