[00:00.00] 作词 : In Flames
[00:34.23]I often dream of huge, numb buildings
[00:37.74]jet-black, sinister architecture
[00:40.80]being installed when nobody sees.
[00:42.89]Their appearance so sudden
[00:45.70]that few would take notice.
[00:46.89]And when I wake up
[00:48.14]I imagine being crushed by one,
[00:50.92]imagining its weight, its silence
[00:53.54]and the absence of excuses for a havoced life
[00:56.70]and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone.
[01:00.60]Jotun.
[01:02.90]A body of black
[01:04.50]that carried no reflection
[01:09.17]defying its own room
[01:11.84]un-earthly eggs of decreation
[01:14.50]There would be colonies
[01:16.02]mushroom-scattered, forever out of context
[01:20.83]rising spores from a dying world
[01:23.98]to pollute, to chase away what's left
[01:33.55]
[02:03.71]Sun-white, pulverised desert stone
[02:06.96]and serpentine lizard mouths.
[02:09.84]Pales away the pyramids,
[02:11.50]rewriting 4,500 years of history
[02:15.55]raping the statue of liberty
[02:19.80]outplays the acropolis
[02:22.89]inverting the fjords
[02:24.48]invades the N.Y. skyline to
[02:26.37]dream its own existence in one single final word.
[02:29.30]Jotun.
[02:31.26]Can we identify them
[02:30.82]
[02:59.56]as the flint buried in our reptile skulls
[03:02.74]or the time-bomb coded in our DNA.
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