Song | Abracadavers |
Artist | The Classic Crime |
Album | Abracadavers |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Duque, Erickson, MacDonald ... |
[00:10.18] | It's like I never had time to look away. |
[00:15.46] | Bodies stuck between death and decay, |
[00:19.59] | are plastic and set up on display. |
[00:22.73] | And their eyes are wide and they are looking my way. |
[00:25.89] | |
[00:26.03] | Each ligament exposed, each muscle connected. |
[00:29.75] | And every organ that I proudly neglected. |
[00:33.31] | I've been arranged for all the common collective. |
[00:36.68] | Stomaching the sight of human flesh resurrected. |
[00:40.44] | |
[01:54.99][00:42.72] | It seems we're fearfully made and designed. |
[02:01.46][00:49.20] | But it's a shame we can be so blind. |
[02:07.39][00:54.98] | |
[03:05.75][02:09.03][00:56.79] | We're all the same, |
[03:09.92][02:13.12][01:00.85] | made of hair and bones and water and blood cells. |
[03:20.10][02:23.26][01:11.01] | We're all to blame, |
[03:24.22][02:27.45][01:15.22] | for spending way too much time on ourselves. |
[03:41.10][02:38.85][01:24.16] | |
[01:24.93] | I have been blessed and now I'm blind. |
[01:29.02] | A veil's been pulled over my eyes. |
[01:32.52] | Now every bad season that kept me |
[01:35.30] | believing seems so contrived. |
[01:39.25] | |
[01:39.77] | There's more glory to be seen |
[01:43.39] | and savored through suffering |
[01:47.18] | than ever was through self-serving escape. |
[01:52.02] | |
[02:39.63] | Ashes to ashes |
[02:45.73] | And dust to dust |
[03:03.91] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Duque, Erickson, MacDonald ... |
[00:10.18] | It' s like I never had time to look away. |
[00:15.46] | Bodies stuck between death and decay, |
[00:19.59] | are plastic and set up on display. |
[00:22.73] | And their eyes are wide and they are looking my way. |
[00:25.89] | |
[00:26.03] | Each ligament exposed, each muscle connected. |
[00:29.75] | And every organ that I proudly neglected. |
[00:33.31] | I' ve been arranged for all the common collective. |
[00:36.68] | Stomaching the sight of human flesh resurrected. |
[00:40.44] | |
[01:54.99][00:42.72] | It seems we' re fearfully made and designed. |
[02:01.46][00:49.20] | But it' s a shame we can be so blind. |
[02:07.39][00:54.98] | |
[03:05.75][02:09.03][00:56.79] | We' re all the same, |
[03:09.92][02:13.12][01:00.85] | made of hair and bones and water and blood cells. |
[03:20.10][02:23.26][01:11.01] | We' re all to blame, |
[03:24.22][02:27.45][01:15.22] | for spending way too much time on ourselves. |
[03:41.10][02:38.85][01:24.16] | |
[01:24.93] | I have been blessed and now I' m blind. |
[01:29.02] | A veil' s been pulled over my eyes. |
[01:32.52] | Now every bad season that kept me |
[01:35.30] | believing seems so contrived. |
[01:39.25] | |
[01:39.77] | There' s more glory to be seen |
[01:43.39] | and savored through suffering |
[01:47.18] | than ever was through selfserving escape. |
[01:52.02] | |
[02:39.63] | Ashes to ashes |
[02:45.73] | And dust to dust |
[03:03.91] |