| Song | DLZ |
| Artist | TV on the Radio |
| Album | Dear Science, |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Adebimpe |
| [00:22.93] | Congratulations on the mess you made of things; |
| [00:28.54] | On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings. |
| [00:33.81] | And oxidation is the compromise you own |
| [00:38.57] | But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved |
| [00:44.64] | |
| [00:45.27] | lalalala.... |
| [01:05.92] | |
| [01:06.75] | You force your fire then you falsify your deeds |
| [01:12.18] | Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds |
| [01:17.52] | And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds |
| [01:22.32] | But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead saved |
| [01:27.01] | |
| [01:28.93] | lalalala.... |
| [01:49.25] | |
| [01:50.23] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [01:52.98] | winded blues of the never |
| [01:55.98] | This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly |
| [01:59.05] | and finding a throat to choke |
| [02:01.21] | |
| [02:01.59] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [02:03.85] | winded blues of the never |
| [02:06.91] | Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture |
| [02:10.00] | and blowing the crows, the smoke |
| [02:12.14] | |
| [02:12.53] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [02:14.71] | winded blues of the never |
| [02:17.70] | Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken |
| [02:20.25] | and shoving their souls to ghost |
| [02:22.95] | |
| [02:23.32] | Eternalised. Objectified. |
| [02:25.69] | You set your sights so high. |
| [02:28.42] | But this is beginning to feel like |
| [02:30.50] | the bolt busted loose from the lever |
| [02:33.45] | |
| [02:34.19] | Never mind |
| [02:35.59] | Death professor |
| [02:36.88] | Your structure's fine |
| [02:37.97] | My dust is better |
| [02:39.24] | Your victim flies so high |
| [02:41.77] | All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next |
| [02:44.66] | |
| [02:45.05] | Never you mind |
| [02:46.23] | Death professor. |
| [02:47.76] | Love is life, |
| [02:48.91] | My love is better. |
| [02:50.14] | Your victim flies so high |
| [02:52.81] | Eyes could be the diamonds |
| [02:54.00] | Confused with who's next |
| [02:55.82] | |
| [02:56.20] | Never you mind |
| [02:57.27] | Death professor. |
| [02:58.42] | Your shocks are fine, |
| [02:59.76] | My struts are better. |
| [03:01.05] | Your fiction flies so high, |
| [03:03.42] | Y'all could use a doctor |
| [03:04.73] | Who's sick, who's next? |
| [03:06.78] | |
| [03:07.15] | Never you mind |
| [03:08.09] | Death professor. |
| [03:09.47] | Electrified, my love is better |
| [03:12.02] | It's crystallized, so'm I. |
| [03:14.52] | All could be the diamond |
| [03:16.25] | Fused with who's next |
| [03:17.83] | |
| [03:18.58] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:23.28] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:28.55] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:33.69] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:39.12] | |
| [03:39.56] | |
| [03:47.80] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Adebimpe |
| [00:22.93] | Congratulations on the mess you made of things |
| [00:28.54] | On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings. |
| [00:33.81] | And oxidation is the compromise you own |
| [00:38.57] | But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved |
| [00:44.64] | |
| [00:45.27] | lalalala.... |
| [01:05.92] | |
| [01:06.75] | You force your fire then you falsify your deeds |
| [01:12.18] | Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds |
| [01:17.52] | And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds |
| [01:22.32] | But this is beginning to feel like the dog' s lost her lead saved |
| [01:27.01] | |
| [01:28.93] | lalalala.... |
| [01:49.25] | |
| [01:50.23] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [01:52.98] | winded blues of the never |
| [01:55.98] | This is beginning to feel like it' s curling up slowly |
| [01:59.05] | and finding a throat to choke |
| [02:01.21] | |
| [02:01.59] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [02:03.85] | winded blues of the never |
| [02:06.91] | Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture |
| [02:10.00] | and blowing the crows, the smoke |
| [02:12.14] | |
| [02:12.53] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [02:14.71] | winded blues of the never |
| [02:17.70] | Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken |
| [02:20.25] | and shoving their souls to ghost |
| [02:22.95] | |
| [02:23.32] | Eternalised. Objectified. |
| [02:25.69] | You set your sights so high. |
| [02:28.42] | But this is beginning to feel like |
| [02:30.50] | the bolt busted loose from the lever |
| [02:33.45] | |
| [02:34.19] | Never mind |
| [02:35.59] | Death professor |
| [02:36.88] | Your structure' s fine |
| [02:37.97] | My dust is better |
| [02:39.24] | Your victim flies so high |
| [02:41.77] | All to catch a bird' s eye view of who' s next |
| [02:44.66] | |
| [02:45.05] | Never you mind |
| [02:46.23] | Death professor. |
| [02:47.76] | Love is life, |
| [02:48.91] | My love is better. |
| [02:50.14] | Your victim flies so high |
| [02:52.81] | Eyes could be the diamonds |
| [02:54.00] | Confused with who' s next |
| [02:55.82] | |
| [02:56.20] | Never you mind |
| [02:57.27] | Death professor. |
| [02:58.42] | Your shocks are fine, |
| [02:59.76] | My struts are better. |
| [03:01.05] | Your fiction flies so high, |
| [03:03.42] | Y' all could use a doctor |
| [03:04.73] | Who' s sick, who' s next? |
| [03:06.78] | |
| [03:07.15] | Never you mind |
| [03:08.09] | Death professor. |
| [03:09.47] | Electrified, my love is better |
| [03:12.02] | It' s crystallized, so' m I. |
| [03:14.52] | All could be the diamond |
| [03:16.25] | Fused with who' s next |
| [03:17.83] | |
| [03:18.58] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:23.28] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:28.55] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:33.69] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:39.12] | |
| [03:39.56] | |
| [03:47.80] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Adebimpe |
| [00:22.93] | Congratulations on the mess you made of things |
| [00:28.54] | On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings. |
| [00:33.81] | And oxidation is the compromise you own |
| [00:38.57] | But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved |
| [00:44.64] | |
| [00:45.27] | lalalala.... |
| [01:05.92] | |
| [01:06.75] | You force your fire then you falsify your deeds |
| [01:12.18] | Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds |
| [01:17.52] | And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds |
| [01:22.32] | But this is beginning to feel like the dog' s lost her lead saved |
| [01:27.01] | |
| [01:28.93] | lalalala.... |
| [01:49.25] | |
| [01:50.23] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [01:52.98] | winded blues of the never |
| [01:55.98] | This is beginning to feel like it' s curling up slowly |
| [01:59.05] | and finding a throat to choke |
| [02:01.21] | |
| [02:01.59] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [02:03.85] | winded blues of the never |
| [02:06.91] | Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture |
| [02:10.00] | and blowing the crows, the smoke |
| [02:12.14] | |
| [02:12.53] | This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [02:14.71] | winded blues of the never |
| [02:17.70] | Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken |
| [02:20.25] | and shoving their souls to ghost |
| [02:22.95] | |
| [02:23.32] | Eternalised. Objectified. |
| [02:25.69] | You set your sights so high. |
| [02:28.42] | But this is beginning to feel like |
| [02:30.50] | the bolt busted loose from the lever |
| [02:33.45] | |
| [02:34.19] | Never mind |
| [02:35.59] | Death professor |
| [02:36.88] | Your structure' s fine |
| [02:37.97] | My dust is better |
| [02:39.24] | Your victim flies so high |
| [02:41.77] | All to catch a bird' s eye view of who' s next |
| [02:44.66] | |
| [02:45.05] | Never you mind |
| [02:46.23] | Death professor. |
| [02:47.76] | Love is life, |
| [02:48.91] | My love is better. |
| [02:50.14] | Your victim flies so high |
| [02:52.81] | Eyes could be the diamonds |
| [02:54.00] | Confused with who' s next |
| [02:55.82] | |
| [02:56.20] | Never you mind |
| [02:57.27] | Death professor. |
| [02:58.42] | Your shocks are fine, |
| [02:59.76] | My struts are better. |
| [03:01.05] | Your fiction flies so high, |
| [03:03.42] | Y' all could use a doctor |
| [03:04.73] | Who' s sick, who' s next? |
| [03:06.78] | |
| [03:07.15] | Never you mind |
| [03:08.09] | Death professor. |
| [03:09.47] | Electrified, my love is better |
| [03:12.02] | It' s crystallized, so' m I. |
| [03:14.52] | All could be the diamond |
| [03:16.25] | Fused with who' s next |
| [03:17.83] | |
| [03:18.58] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:23.28] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:28.55] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:33.69] | This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:39.12] | |
| [03:39.56] | |
| [03:47.80] |