| Song | Sacred Sound |
| Artist | IQ |
| Album | Dark Matter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : IQ, Nicholls | |
| Even after all the days are gone | |
| Even though the writer knows he's wrong | |
| Still the words are written and recalled | |
| In the empty, isolated halls | |
| Held in high regard, he comes again | |
| Surface gone from under me | |
| No more security | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days. | |
| If in doubt about the meaning meant | |
| Make this one decision your defence | |
| Stay alive to calculate the dead | |
| Lines of color radiate ahead | |
| Silence now descends upon the earth | |
| Can't deny the evidence | |
| Not now, not even once | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days | |
| Surface gone from under me | |
| No more security | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days. | |
| The only thing | |
| I'll take | |
| While I'm alive and half awake | |
| Is what I've made | |
| No surrender set to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound | |
| When the vision cuts across the sky | |
| There is no reflection in my eye | |
| All the undertakers talk the same | |
| Saving pressure and appointing blame | |
| States of independence form anew | |
| Can't deny the evidence | |
| Not now, not even once | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days | |
| The only thing | |
| I'll take | |
| While I'm alive and half awake | |
| Is what I've made | |
| No surrender sent to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound | |
| Light shatters the skeleton circus | |
| And the carnival's deadly host | |
| No memory nothing remembered | |
| From the pages of the book of ghosts | |
| Though the system stays in place | |
| What if I'm no longer safe | |
| Night falling, gathers at my heels | |
| Lines the contours of the cold parade | |
| Search everywhere nothing is revealed | |
| Fear creeps along the cavalcade | |
| Through the fields of evergreen | |
| Passing by as if unseen | |
| Though the system stays the same | |
| What if I'm no longer sane | |
| The only thing | |
| I'll take | |
| While I'm alive and half awake | |
| Is what I've made | |
| No surrender sent to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound |
| zuo ci : IQ, Nicholls | |
| Even after all the days are gone | |
| Even though the writer knows he' s wrong | |
| Still the words are written and recalled | |
| In the empty, isolated halls | |
| Held in high regard, he comes again | |
| Surface gone from under me | |
| No more security | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days. | |
| If in doubt about the meaning meant | |
| Make this one decision your defence | |
| Stay alive to calculate the dead | |
| Lines of color radiate ahead | |
| Silence now descends upon the earth | |
| Can' t deny the evidence | |
| Not now, not even once | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days | |
| Surface gone from under me | |
| No more security | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days. | |
| The only thing | |
| I' ll take | |
| While I' m alive and half awake | |
| Is what I' ve made | |
| No surrender set to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound | |
| When the vision cuts across the sky | |
| There is no reflection in my eye | |
| All the undertakers talk the same | |
| Saving pressure and appointing blame | |
| States of independence form anew | |
| Can' t deny the evidence | |
| Not now, not even once | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days | |
| The only thing | |
| I' ll take | |
| While I' m alive and half awake | |
| Is what I' ve made | |
| No surrender sent to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound | |
| Light shatters the skeleton circus | |
| And the carnival' s deadly host | |
| No memory nothing remembered | |
| From the pages of the book of ghosts | |
| Though the system stays in place | |
| What if I' m no longer safe | |
| Night falling, gathers at my heels | |
| Lines the contours of the cold parade | |
| Search everywhere nothing is revealed | |
| Fear creeps along the cavalcade | |
| Through the fields of evergreen | |
| Passing by as if unseen | |
| Though the system stays the same | |
| What if I' m no longer sane | |
| The only thing | |
| I' ll take | |
| While I' m alive and half awake | |
| Is what I' ve made | |
| No surrender sent to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound |
| zuò cí : IQ, Nicholls | |
| Even after all the days are gone | |
| Even though the writer knows he' s wrong | |
| Still the words are written and recalled | |
| In the empty, isolated halls | |
| Held in high regard, he comes again | |
| Surface gone from under me | |
| No more security | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days. | |
| If in doubt about the meaning meant | |
| Make this one decision your defence | |
| Stay alive to calculate the dead | |
| Lines of color radiate ahead | |
| Silence now descends upon the earth | |
| Can' t deny the evidence | |
| Not now, not even once | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days | |
| Surface gone from under me | |
| No more security | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days. | |
| The only thing | |
| I' ll take | |
| While I' m alive and half awake | |
| Is what I' ve made | |
| No surrender set to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound | |
| When the vision cuts across the sky | |
| There is no reflection in my eye | |
| All the undertakers talk the same | |
| Saving pressure and appointing blame | |
| States of independence form anew | |
| Can' t deny the evidence | |
| Not now, not even once | |
| The future lies erased | |
| These are the last remaining days | |
| The only thing | |
| I' ll take | |
| While I' m alive and half awake | |
| Is what I' ve made | |
| No surrender sent to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound | |
| Light shatters the skeleton circus | |
| And the carnival' s deadly host | |
| No memory nothing remembered | |
| From the pages of the book of ghosts | |
| Though the system stays in place | |
| What if I' m no longer safe | |
| Night falling, gathers at my heels | |
| Lines the contours of the cold parade | |
| Search everywhere nothing is revealed | |
| Fear creeps along the cavalcade | |
| Through the fields of evergreen | |
| Passing by as if unseen | |
| Though the system stays the same | |
| What if I' m no longer sane | |
| The only thing | |
| I' ll take | |
| While I' m alive and half awake | |
| Is what I' ve made | |
| No surrender sent to fade | |
| The only thing | |
| I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
| Heart beaten down | |
| No surrender to the sacred sound |