Song | Rage of Reason |
Artist | Vesania |
Album | Distractive Killusions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Vesania | |
Thoughts once enshrined | |
And visions entwined | |
Around each step that I take | |
I challenge thee! | |
It takes a time to see from the other side | |
Of the looking glass | |
Fearless | |
Reflections contorted | |
Crippled age of reason | |
A play of blind | |
With no spectators | |
Dominion of hope | |
Is what feeds dissolution | |
Of this life you've been given | |
These are the product of those ill-mated marriages thou saw'st | |
Where good with evil were matched, who of themselves abhor to join | |
And by imprudence mixed | |
Produce prodigious births of body and mind | |
Ye who preach | |
Who proclaim the sermons | |
Of the ones not fallen from grace | |
And disorder of light that you belong to | |
Don't you dare | |
Don't you dare to touch me! | |
Awe! | |
Can't you see you're all pregnant | |
With infernal flame?! | |
Awe! | |
Why don't you all believe | |
You've been deceived about your disgrace | |
Awe! | |
There is much more to see if you deny your profound fears | |
Don't look for solace | |
Angels are envious of what you have | |
Reflections contorted | |
Stir up the rage of reason | |
A play of blind fools | |
Spectators on their knees | |
Dominion of hope | |
Is what feeds dissolution | |
Of this life you've been given | |
Don't you dare | |
Don't you dare to touch me! | |
Gather back sharp splinters of your resemblance | |
And now, what would you go for? | |
To flash once and burn down | |
Or to stay inflamed without the end |
zuo qu : Vesania | |
Thoughts once enshrined | |
And visions entwined | |
Around each step that I take | |
I challenge thee! | |
It takes a time to see from the other side | |
Of the looking glass | |
Fearless | |
Reflections contorted | |
Crippled age of reason | |
A play of blind | |
With no spectators | |
Dominion of hope | |
Is what feeds dissolution | |
Of this life you' ve been given | |
These are the product of those illmated marriages thou saw' st | |
Where good with evil were matched, who of themselves abhor to join | |
And by imprudence mixed | |
Produce prodigious births of body and mind | |
Ye who preach | |
Who proclaim the sermons | |
Of the ones not fallen from grace | |
And disorder of light that you belong to | |
Don' t you dare | |
Don' t you dare to touch me! | |
Awe! | |
Can' t you see you' re all pregnant | |
With infernal flame?! | |
Awe! | |
Why don' t you all believe | |
You' ve been deceived about your disgrace | |
Awe! | |
There is much more to see if you deny your profound fears | |
Don' t look for solace | |
Angels are envious of what you have | |
Reflections contorted | |
Stir up the rage of reason | |
A play of blind fools | |
Spectators on their knees | |
Dominion of hope | |
Is what feeds dissolution | |
Of this life you' ve been given | |
Don' t you dare | |
Don' t you dare to touch me! | |
Gather back sharp splinters of your resemblance | |
And now, what would you go for? | |
To flash once and burn down | |
Or to stay inflamed without the end |
zuò qǔ : Vesania | |
Thoughts once enshrined | |
And visions entwined | |
Around each step that I take | |
I challenge thee! | |
It takes a time to see from the other side | |
Of the looking glass | |
Fearless | |
Reflections contorted | |
Crippled age of reason | |
A play of blind | |
With no spectators | |
Dominion of hope | |
Is what feeds dissolution | |
Of this life you' ve been given | |
These are the product of those illmated marriages thou saw' st | |
Where good with evil were matched, who of themselves abhor to join | |
And by imprudence mixed | |
Produce prodigious births of body and mind | |
Ye who preach | |
Who proclaim the sermons | |
Of the ones not fallen from grace | |
And disorder of light that you belong to | |
Don' t you dare | |
Don' t you dare to touch me! | |
Awe! | |
Can' t you see you' re all pregnant | |
With infernal flame?! | |
Awe! | |
Why don' t you all believe | |
You' ve been deceived about your disgrace | |
Awe! | |
There is much more to see if you deny your profound fears | |
Don' t look for solace | |
Angels are envious of what you have | |
Reflections contorted | |
Stir up the rage of reason | |
A play of blind fools | |
Spectators on their knees | |
Dominion of hope | |
Is what feeds dissolution | |
Of this life you' ve been given | |
Don' t you dare | |
Don' t you dare to touch me! | |
Gather back sharp splinters of your resemblance | |
And now, what would you go for? | |
To flash once and burn down | |
Or to stay inflamed without the end |