作曲 : Mellinger, Weyandt | |
We are the poison to the antidote that's killing us, | |
the question to the answer. | |
Demeaning us with empty morals, | |
detached from reality they tell us what's real. | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don't know why. | |
You're on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
to nest in filth and howl at the moon. | |
Hollow well-groomed failures outside of prison bar mansions | |
that made the earth's skin crawl. | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don't know why. | |
You're on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
There is no time to rest and heal our wounds. | |
Black wind talker and singer of songs... | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don't know why. | |
You're on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
to nest in filth and howl at the moon. |
zuo qu : Mellinger, Weyandt | |
We are the poison to the antidote that' s killing us, | |
the question to the answer. | |
Demeaning us with empty morals, | |
detached from reality they tell us what' s real. | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don' t know why. | |
You' re on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
to nest in filth and howl at the moon. | |
Hollow wellgroomed failures outside of prison bar mansions | |
that made the earth' s skin crawl. | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don' t know why. | |
You' re on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
There is no time to rest and heal our wounds. | |
Black wind talker and singer of songs... | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don' t know why. | |
You' re on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
to nest in filth and howl at the moon. |
zuò qǔ : Mellinger, Weyandt | |
We are the poison to the antidote that' s killing us, | |
the question to the answer. | |
Demeaning us with empty morals, | |
detached from reality they tell us what' s real. | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don' t know why. | |
You' re on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
to nest in filth and howl at the moon. | |
Hollow wellgroomed failures outside of prison bar mansions | |
that made the earth' s skin crawl. | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don' t know why. | |
You' re on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
There is no time to rest and heal our wounds. | |
Black wind talker and singer of songs... | |
How could you take. | |
My life is gone. | |
And I don' t know why. | |
You' re on your own now. | |
Find you dead. | |
We felt sick as we walked out of the room, | |
to nest in filth and howl at the moon. |