Song | State of Suspense |
Artist | Visions of Atlantis |
Album | Cast Away |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fiedler, Holly, Moritz, Plank | |
Gravity of thoughts | |
they pull you down | |
Carry you miles away | |
but often it is just one step | |
That makes you think of | |
how to escape | |
Which path to take | |
Like the red thread that guides you | |
out of your Labyrinth | |
Tied up, down on the seafloor | |
No way to surface again | |
and every move I make is | |
taking my breath, strangling my neck | |
Just me shrouded in a nightmare | |
Cold water covering me | |
A place where light has never been | |
Emptiness | |
surrounding my body | |
Screams falling - silence | |
Tears are drowning | |
Pressure fills my veins | |
Opened eyes - to get rid of my chains and | |
Free myself - from this blackened space | |
Ignorance - blown away by the rays of the sun | |
enlightening my pale face | |
Blinded thoughts, now able to see | |
Thousands of colours are painting my scenery | |
Encaged - my selfbuilt prison | |
in depths nobody knows | |
and all my cries won't help me | |
out of my pain, away from my grave | |
Just me gliding into nothing | |
all my life left behind | |
State of suspense in frozen time |
zuo qu : Fiedler, Holly, Moritz, Plank | |
Gravity of thoughts | |
they pull you down | |
Carry you miles away | |
but often it is just one step | |
That makes you think of | |
how to escape | |
Which path to take | |
Like the red thread that guides you | |
out of your Labyrinth | |
Tied up, down on the seafloor | |
No way to surface again | |
and every move I make is | |
taking my breath, strangling my neck | |
Just me shrouded in a nightmare | |
Cold water covering me | |
A place where light has never been | |
Emptiness | |
surrounding my body | |
Screams falling silence | |
Tears are drowning | |
Pressure fills my veins | |
Opened eyes to get rid of my chains and | |
Free myself from this blackened space | |
Ignorance blown away by the rays of the sun | |
enlightening my pale face | |
Blinded thoughts, now able to see | |
Thousands of colours are painting my scenery | |
Encaged my selfbuilt prison | |
in depths nobody knows | |
and all my cries won' t help me | |
out of my pain, away from my grave | |
Just me gliding into nothing | |
all my life left behind | |
State of suspense in frozen time |
zuò qǔ : Fiedler, Holly, Moritz, Plank | |
Gravity of thoughts | |
they pull you down | |
Carry you miles away | |
but often it is just one step | |
That makes you think of | |
how to escape | |
Which path to take | |
Like the red thread that guides you | |
out of your Labyrinth | |
Tied up, down on the seafloor | |
No way to surface again | |
and every move I make is | |
taking my breath, strangling my neck | |
Just me shrouded in a nightmare | |
Cold water covering me | |
A place where light has never been | |
Emptiness | |
surrounding my body | |
Screams falling silence | |
Tears are drowning | |
Pressure fills my veins | |
Opened eyes to get rid of my chains and | |
Free myself from this blackened space | |
Ignorance blown away by the rays of the sun | |
enlightening my pale face | |
Blinded thoughts, now able to see | |
Thousands of colours are painting my scenery | |
Encaged my selfbuilt prison | |
in depths nobody knows | |
and all my cries won' t help me | |
out of my pain, away from my grave | |
Just me gliding into nothing | |
all my life left behind | |
State of suspense in frozen time |