| Song | The Mindmaker |
| Artist | Soilwork |
| Album | Figure Number Five |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Strid, Wichers | |
| Who dares to care when affection's all we need | |
| Who dares to bare what the others have to feel | |
| I put my trust in a prominent machine | |
| Feel no pain and don't you dare to make a scene | |
| The search for truth's just moving' on | |
| everybody wants a piece, | |
| denying the sound of their restless song | |
| Keep your eye on where you've gone | |
| I don't think that you belong. Escaping reality | |
| won't set your judgement free. | |
| Who'll hide to find the ultimate belief | |
| Who'll ride the kind of perpetual disease | |
| I thought that still every breath I take is free | |
| I was so wrong they'll make a profit out of me | |
| Chorus: | |
| When you've lost your power | |
| You drag yourself down | |
| In times like these. You are here to devour | |
| Now you feel so numb. | |
| "God I feel so numb!!!" | |
| So! eternal Cold! infernal | |
| So! dispersal. One more time. | |
| So! eternal Cold! infernal | |
| So! dispersal. It rules your mind |
| zuo ci : Strid, Wichers | |
| Who dares to care when affection' s all we need | |
| Who dares to bare what the others have to feel | |
| I put my trust in a prominent machine | |
| Feel no pain and don' t you dare to make a scene | |
| The search for truth' s just moving' on | |
| everybody wants a piece, | |
| denying the sound of their restless song | |
| Keep your eye on where you' ve gone | |
| I don' t think that you belong. Escaping reality | |
| won' t set your judgement free. | |
| Who' ll hide to find the ultimate belief | |
| Who' ll ride the kind of perpetual disease | |
| I thought that still every breath I take is free | |
| I was so wrong they' ll make a profit out of me | |
| Chorus: | |
| When you' ve lost your power | |
| You drag yourself down | |
| In times like these. You are here to devour | |
| Now you feel so numb. | |
| " God I feel so numb!!!" | |
| So! eternal Cold! infernal | |
| So! dispersal. One more time. | |
| So! eternal Cold! infernal | |
| So! dispersal. It rules your mind |
| zuò cí : Strid, Wichers | |
| Who dares to care when affection' s all we need | |
| Who dares to bare what the others have to feel | |
| I put my trust in a prominent machine | |
| Feel no pain and don' t you dare to make a scene | |
| The search for truth' s just moving' on | |
| everybody wants a piece, | |
| denying the sound of their restless song | |
| Keep your eye on where you' ve gone | |
| I don' t think that you belong. Escaping reality | |
| won' t set your judgement free. | |
| Who' ll hide to find the ultimate belief | |
| Who' ll ride the kind of perpetual disease | |
| I thought that still every breath I take is free | |
| I was so wrong they' ll make a profit out of me | |
| Chorus: | |
| When you' ve lost your power | |
| You drag yourself down | |
| In times like these. You are here to devour | |
| Now you feel so numb. | |
| " God I feel so numb!!!" | |
| So! eternal Cold! infernal | |
| So! dispersal. One more time. | |
| So! eternal Cold! infernal | |
| So! dispersal. It rules your mind |