Song | Blindfolds Aside |
Artist | Protest the Hero |
Album | Gallop Meets The Earth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Protest The Hero | |
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers | |
As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer | |
The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile | |
With a heart that's beating louder than my own | |
I watch a girl they call | |
Kezia I watch a woman that | |
I know my hopes and my own future blindfolded | |
To atone a sin | |
I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts | |
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes and | |
No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said | |
I'd have to pull that trigger, on her | |
I can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated; | |
Five soldiers forever sedated with the, "No one's responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble | |
Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice | |
I have to make; [Her tiny steps] | |
To resurrect [tell lies about] a static lifetime [the choice] to starve [I have] to death [to make] my own mistakes | |
So pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry | |
Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes? | |
Drop the gun(pull), drop the gun(the), drop the gun(trigger), drop the gun. | |
Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts a sin that feed my children that burned my smile and cigarettes.(x2) |
zuo qu : Protest The Hero | |
We woke up as men but tonight we' ll sleep as killers | |
As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer | |
The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile | |
With a heart that' s beating louder than my own | |
I watch a girl they call | |
Kezia I watch a woman that | |
I know my hopes and my own future blindfolded | |
To atone a sin | |
I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts | |
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes and | |
No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said | |
I' d have to pull that trigger, on her | |
I can' t even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated | |
Five soldiers forever sedated with the, " No one' s responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble | |
Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice | |
I have to make Her tiny steps | |
To resurrect tell lies about a static lifetime the choice to starve I have to death to make my own mistakes | |
So pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry | |
Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes? | |
Drop the gun pull, drop the gun the, drop the gun trigger, drop the gun. | |
Sin I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts a sin that feed my children that burned my smile and cigarettes. x2 |
zuò qǔ : Protest The Hero | |
We woke up as men but tonight we' ll sleep as killers | |
As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer | |
The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile | |
With a heart that' s beating louder than my own | |
I watch a girl they call | |
Kezia I watch a woman that | |
I know my hopes and my own future blindfolded | |
To atone a sin | |
I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts | |
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes and | |
No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said | |
I' d have to pull that trigger, on her | |
I can' t even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated | |
Five soldiers forever sedated with the, " No one' s responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble | |
Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice | |
I have to make Her tiny steps | |
To resurrect tell lies about a static lifetime the choice to starve I have to death to make my own mistakes | |
So pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry | |
Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes? | |
Drop the gun pull, drop the gun the, drop the gun trigger, drop the gun. | |
Sin I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts a sin that feed my children that burned my smile and cigarettes. x2 |