| 作曲 : Scarve, Verbeuren | |
| My subconscious battles it's way to the surface | |
| Roaming through the wilderness that always prevails | |
| The shell cracks open, releasing sheer madness | |
| The certain man is the man who fails | |
| To see will never again be to believe | |
| In nothing I couldn't ever place my trust | |
| Where projectiles plummet and overshadow | |
| The last shred of sanity is bound to leave | |
| Luminous ages of infinite reflection | |
| Permanently misleading me from reality | |
| Neural transformers deprived of connection | |
| There are no more words left to be spoken | |
| Numb suffering arises from out of nowhere | |
| Defying any logical sense of belief | |
| If this is how soul and spirit fornicate | |
| I'll run all the way to hell and remain there | |
| Boiling with disgust, I never meant to be this way | |
| Bleeding of my guilt, I never meant to be this way | |
| The death of a being slowly closes in - every spare second, a breath is taken | |
| And when it all comes down to the end, theres no more meaning to the horror called sin |
| zuo qu : Scarve, Verbeuren | |
| My subconscious battles it' s way to the surface | |
| Roaming through the wilderness that always prevails | |
| The shell cracks open, releasing sheer madness | |
| The certain man is the man who fails | |
| To see will never again be to believe | |
| In nothing I couldn' t ever place my trust | |
| Where projectiles plummet and overshadow | |
| The last shred of sanity is bound to leave | |
| Luminous ages of infinite reflection | |
| Permanently misleading me from reality | |
| Neural transformers deprived of connection | |
| There are no more words left to be spoken | |
| Numb suffering arises from out of nowhere | |
| Defying any logical sense of belief | |
| If this is how soul and spirit fornicate | |
| I' ll run all the way to hell and remain there | |
| Boiling with disgust, I never meant to be this way | |
| Bleeding of my guilt, I never meant to be this way | |
| The death of a being slowly closes in every spare second, a breath is taken | |
| And when it all comes down to the end, theres no more meaning to the horror called sin |
| zuò qǔ : Scarve, Verbeuren | |
| My subconscious battles it' s way to the surface | |
| Roaming through the wilderness that always prevails | |
| The shell cracks open, releasing sheer madness | |
| The certain man is the man who fails | |
| To see will never again be to believe | |
| In nothing I couldn' t ever place my trust | |
| Where projectiles plummet and overshadow | |
| The last shred of sanity is bound to leave | |
| Luminous ages of infinite reflection | |
| Permanently misleading me from reality | |
| Neural transformers deprived of connection | |
| There are no more words left to be spoken | |
| Numb suffering arises from out of nowhere | |
| Defying any logical sense of belief | |
| If this is how soul and spirit fornicate | |
| I' ll run all the way to hell and remain there | |
| Boiling with disgust, I never meant to be this way | |
| Bleeding of my guilt, I never meant to be this way | |
| The death of a being slowly closes in every spare second, a breath is taken | |
| And when it all comes down to the end, theres no more meaning to the horror called sin |
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