| Song | No More Color |
| Artist | Hexen |
| Album | State of Insurgency |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Carlos Cruz/Andre Hartoonian/Ronny Dorlan |
| [00:35.657] | When the days begin to lose color, |
| [00:37.815] | and your will has fallen weak, |
| [00:40.199] | you will question all as well, |
| [00:42.900] | and just as well you will seek out your- |
| [00:45.175] | - words deprived of meaning. |
| [00:47.355] | No matter how sincere you speak, |
| [00:50.407] | but now, now I understand, |
| [00:52.428] | What it means to live life bleak. |
| [00:55.299] | No More Color, |
| [00:57.234] | in lack of mental light, |
| [00:59.862] | transformed this world of vivid dreams, |
| [01:01.913] | into stills of black and white. |
| [01:04.603] | Confusion and malice, |
| [01:07.115] | taints my palette gray, |
| [01:09.680] | you can't fix the errors of the past; |
| [01:11.739] | the hue of raw dismay. |
| [01:14.277] | Words fell short of meaning, |
| [01:16.445] | No matter how sincere I'd speak, |
| [01:18.864] | dwelling on dismal memories, |
| [01:21.240] | that persist on lingering. |
| [01:23.767] | A monochromatic universe, |
| [01:26.027] | with only lifeless streams of thought |
| [01:28.295] | that stretched from the deepest infinity, |
| [01:30.687] | into the minds of the distraught. |
| [01:42.215] | The basic tenets of nihilism are now enough for me, |
| [01:46.147] | I'm sorry to displease you but I shun this fantasy. |
| [01:50.610] | The more you realize the more you drown in grief, |
| [01:55.011] | brings me to the age-old question; to be or not to be. |
| [01:59.483] | In this indifferent world of emptiness and negativity, |
| [02:03.694] | nothing matters now; I've lost to curiosity. |
| [03:15.617] | For now I'll sit and wit, |
| [03:17.974] | suspended in time alone, |
| [03:20.350] | Don't want it to end this way, |
| [03:22.348] | By now my mind has turned to stone. |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Carlos Cruz Andre Hartoonian Ronny Dorlan |
| [00:35.657] | When the days begin to lose color, |
| [00:37.815] | and your will has fallen weak, |
| [00:40.199] | you will question all as well, |
| [00:42.900] | and just as well you will seek out your |
| [00:45.175] | words deprived of meaning. |
| [00:47.355] | No matter how sincere you speak, |
| [00:50.407] | but now, now I understand, |
| [00:52.428] | What it means to live life bleak. |
| [00:55.299] | No More Color, |
| [00:57.234] | in lack of mental light, |
| [00:59.862] | transformed this world of vivid dreams, |
| [01:01.913] | into stills of black and white. |
| [01:04.603] | Confusion and malice, |
| [01:07.115] | taints my palette gray, |
| [01:09.680] | you can' t fix the errors of the past |
| [01:11.739] | the hue of raw dismay. |
| [01:14.277] | Words fell short of meaning, |
| [01:16.445] | No matter how sincere I' d speak, |
| [01:18.864] | dwelling on dismal memories, |
| [01:21.240] | that persist on lingering. |
| [01:23.767] | A monochromatic universe, |
| [01:26.027] | with only lifeless streams of thought |
| [01:28.295] | that stretched from the deepest infinity, |
| [01:30.687] | into the minds of the distraught. |
| [01:42.215] | The basic tenets of nihilism are now enough for me, |
| [01:46.147] | I' m sorry to displease you but I shun this fantasy. |
| [01:50.610] | The more you realize the more you drown in grief, |
| [01:55.011] | brings me to the ageold question to be or not to be. |
| [01:59.483] | In this indifferent world of emptiness and negativity, |
| [02:03.694] | nothing matters now I' ve lost to curiosity. |
| [03:15.617] | For now I' ll sit and wit, |
| [03:17.974] | suspended in time alone, |
| [03:20.350] | Don' t want it to end this way, |
| [03:22.348] | By now my mind has turned to stone. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Carlos Cruz Andre Hartoonian Ronny Dorlan |
| [00:35.657] | When the days begin to lose color, |
| [00:37.815] | and your will has fallen weak, |
| [00:40.199] | you will question all as well, |
| [00:42.900] | and just as well you will seek out your |
| [00:45.175] | words deprived of meaning. |
| [00:47.355] | No matter how sincere you speak, |
| [00:50.407] | but now, now I understand, |
| [00:52.428] | What it means to live life bleak. |
| [00:55.299] | No More Color, |
| [00:57.234] | in lack of mental light, |
| [00:59.862] | transformed this world of vivid dreams, |
| [01:01.913] | into stills of black and white. |
| [01:04.603] | Confusion and malice, |
| [01:07.115] | taints my palette gray, |
| [01:09.680] | you can' t fix the errors of the past |
| [01:11.739] | the hue of raw dismay. |
| [01:14.277] | Words fell short of meaning, |
| [01:16.445] | No matter how sincere I' d speak, |
| [01:18.864] | dwelling on dismal memories, |
| [01:21.240] | that persist on lingering. |
| [01:23.767] | A monochromatic universe, |
| [01:26.027] | with only lifeless streams of thought |
| [01:28.295] | that stretched from the deepest infinity, |
| [01:30.687] | into the minds of the distraught. |
| [01:42.215] | The basic tenets of nihilism are now enough for me, |
| [01:46.147] | I' m sorry to displease you but I shun this fantasy. |
| [01:50.610] | The more you realize the more you drown in grief, |
| [01:55.011] | brings me to the ageold question to be or not to be. |
| [01:59.483] | In this indifferent world of emptiness and negativity, |
| [02:03.694] | nothing matters now I' ve lost to curiosity. |
| [03:15.617] | For now I' ll sit and wit, |
| [03:17.974] | suspended in time alone, |
| [03:20.350] | Don' t want it to end this way, |
| [03:22.348] | By now my mind has turned to stone. |