| 作曲 : Heavy Johnson | |
| Building shrines to gods you'll | |
| never know praying for rian | |
| settling for snow. Spinning out of | |
| know your name? Do you even care? | |
| times to beats impaired. Do you | |
| Can you live your life staring at | |
| the lights naked on the ice? If it | |
| comes too fast, will you get it | |
| back when it all goes black? | |
| Down. Goin' down. | |
| Goin' down from. Down from | |
| underground. | |
| Icons that you hail are all | |
| mechanical. | |
| feeling the pull lost in the fold | |
| Digging through a | |
| hole os discontent | |
| What did you learn? | |
| or did you forget? | |
| And just what should real life | |
| be? Why don't you show me the | |
| fiction of reality? | |
| This so called life that I see | |
| and just what real life should be | |
| can't be what you have shown me |
| zuo qu : Heavy Johnson | |
| Building shrines to gods you' ll | |
| never know praying for rian | |
| settling for snow. Spinning out of | |
| know your name? Do you even care? | |
| times to beats impaired. Do you | |
| Can you live your life staring at | |
| the lights naked on the ice? If it | |
| comes too fast, will you get it | |
| back when it all goes black? | |
| Down. Goin' down. | |
| Goin' down from. Down from | |
| underground. | |
| Icons that you hail are all | |
| mechanical. | |
| feeling the pull lost in the fold | |
| Digging through a | |
| hole os discontent | |
| What did you learn? | |
| or did you forget? | |
| And just what should real life | |
| be? Why don' t you show me the | |
| fiction of reality? | |
| This so called life that I see | |
| and just what real life should be | |
| can' t be what you have shown me |
| zuò qǔ : Heavy Johnson | |
| Building shrines to gods you' ll | |
| never know praying for rian | |
| settling for snow. Spinning out of | |
| know your name? Do you even care? | |
| times to beats impaired. Do you | |
| Can you live your life staring at | |
| the lights naked on the ice? If it | |
| comes too fast, will you get it | |
| back when it all goes black? | |
| Down. Goin' down. | |
| Goin' down from. Down from | |
| underground. | |
| Icons that you hail are all | |
| mechanical. | |
| feeling the pull lost in the fold | |
| Digging through a | |
| hole os discontent | |
| What did you learn? | |
| or did you forget? | |
| And just what should real life | |
| be? Why don' t you show me the | |
| fiction of reality? | |
| This so called life that I see | |
| and just what real life should be | |
| can' t be what you have shown me |