Song | Phthisis |
Artist | Sleepytime Gorilla Museum |
Album | Of Natural History |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bossi, Kihlstedt | |
The future sticks out its tongue in the eyes of the gentle past | |
It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last | |
This momentary throne precariously formed from its ashes | |
It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn | |
Throw us away like a stack of old paper | |
Learn not from our scrawls | |
Close your ears to our rantings and come against us | |
Flex your hooked claws and sniff | |
Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds | |
Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes | |
Run away from the phthisicky past |
zuo qu : Bossi, Kihlstedt | |
The future sticks out its tongue in the eyes of the gentle past | |
It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last | |
This momentary throne precariously formed from its ashes | |
It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn | |
Throw us away like a stack of old paper | |
Learn not from our scrawls | |
Close your ears to our rantings and come against us | |
Flex your hooked claws and sniff | |
Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds | |
Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes | |
Run away from the phthisicky past |
zuò qǔ : Bossi, Kihlstedt | |
The future sticks out its tongue in the eyes of the gentle past | |
It fears its own demise but knows it cannot last | |
This momentary throne precariously formed from its ashes | |
It takes the time we thought was ours below to be reborn | |
Throw us away like a stack of old paper | |
Learn not from our scrawls | |
Close your ears to our rantings and come against us | |
Flex your hooked claws and sniff | |
Like a dog at the stench of our decaying minds | |
Distrust the deceitful math of our perishing eyes | |
Run away from the phthisicky past |