| Song | Ego |
| Artist | Kyros |
| Album | Vox Humana |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Joey Frevola | |
| 作曲 : Joey Frevola | |
| Out and now the people’re here - surrounded, city concrete sprawl | |
| See my eminence, now come undone. My maker’s son, a perfect one | |
| Listen here, his vision is clear - I am the perfect version of you | |
| Listen now, his mission’s here - an artisan body, a break through | |
| All the world behold my beauty, My perfection’s glow | |
| Can Humanity contain the greatness my maker's bestowed | |
| It’s hard to gaze upon the flaws - You’re not perfect like I am | |
| All slaves to your sins, in vice cold claws | |
| So sure I am that this is fact | |
| My mental functions still in tact | |
| Can I be free from bitter sins? | |
| These vain desires deep within | |
| All the world behold my sadness, my despair and woe | |
| Now I see the truth so clearly, It’s my time to go | |
| Oh please don’t gaze upon my flaws | |
| I’ll return to where I’ve come from | |
| My Maker, my purpose…. A lost cause. |
| zuo ci : Joey Frevola | |
| zuo qu : Joey Frevola | |
| Out and now the people' re here surrounded, city concrete sprawl | |
| See my eminence, now come undone. My maker' s son, a perfect one | |
| Listen here, his vision is clear I am the perfect version of you | |
| Listen now, his mission' s here an artisan body, a break through | |
| All the world behold my beauty, My perfection' s glow | |
| Can Humanity contain the greatness my maker' s bestowed | |
| It' s hard to gaze upon the flaws You' re not perfect like I am | |
| All slaves to your sins, in vice cold claws | |
| So sure I am that this is fact | |
| My mental functions still in tact | |
| Can I be free from bitter sins? | |
| These vain desires deep within | |
| All the world behold my sadness, my despair and woe | |
| Now I see the truth so clearly, It' s my time to go | |
| Oh please don' t gaze upon my flaws | |
| I' ll return to where I' ve come from | |
| My Maker, my purpose. A lost cause. |
| zuò cí : Joey Frevola | |
| zuò qǔ : Joey Frevola | |
| Out and now the people' re here surrounded, city concrete sprawl | |
| See my eminence, now come undone. My maker' s son, a perfect one | |
| Listen here, his vision is clear I am the perfect version of you | |
| Listen now, his mission' s here an artisan body, a break through | |
| All the world behold my beauty, My perfection' s glow | |
| Can Humanity contain the greatness my maker' s bestowed | |
| It' s hard to gaze upon the flaws You' re not perfect like I am | |
| All slaves to your sins, in vice cold claws | |
| So sure I am that this is fact | |
| My mental functions still in tact | |
| Can I be free from bitter sins? | |
| These vain desires deep within | |
| All the world behold my sadness, my despair and woe | |
| Now I see the truth so clearly, It' s my time to go | |
| Oh please don' t gaze upon my flaws | |
| I' ll return to where I' ve come from | |
| My Maker, my purpose. A lost cause. |