Song | This World Is A Tomb |
Artist | The Human Abstract |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Ells, Herrera, Leonard, Powell |
[00:29.82] | Slaving for my solace of mind, |
[00:36.55] | digging in the sand until there's blood on my hands, |
[00:43.19] | Careless to the state I'm in, I've so long been alone. |
[00:54.06] | I can't go on. |
[00:57.86] | |
[01:02.75] | Rain down and cleanse my soul. |
[01:07.45] | Flow like a river. |
[02:44.59][01:10.96] | |
[02:45.01][01:13.27] | Forging insight by pagan torchlight, in cadence warlike, |
[02:54.54][01:22.90] | We draw tears from the sky, because the well's run dry. |
[01:39.91] | I've spread out my seed, its gone in all directions. |
[01:46.60] | It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy |
[01:52.43] | And heaven has been swallowed by the desert. |
[01:58.58] | In a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky, |
[02:05.12] | This course keeps getting harder, the more I try. |
[02:10.86] | I dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry, |
[02:14.71] | As they open their eyes to see the world's decay. |
[02:20.55] | This world's a tomb. |
[02:22.18] | There's a clamor in my heart and its over. |
[02:27.39] | Where is my prize, my promised prize? |
[03:43.25] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Ells, Herrera, Leonard, Powell |
[00:29.82] | Slaving for my solace of mind, |
[00:36.55] | digging in the sand until there' s blood on my hands, |
[00:43.19] | Careless to the state I' m in, I' ve so long been alone. |
[00:54.06] | I can' t go on. |
[00:57.86] | |
[01:02.75] | Rain down and cleanse my soul. |
[01:07.45] | Flow like a river. |
[02:44.59][01:10.96] | |
[02:45.01][01:13.27] | Forging insight by pagan torchlight, in cadence warlike, |
[02:54.54][01:22.90] | We draw tears from the sky, because the well' s run dry. |
[01:39.91] | I' ve spread out my seed, its gone in all directions. |
[01:46.60] | It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy |
[01:52.43] | And heaven has been swallowed by the desert. |
[01:58.58] | In a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky, |
[02:05.12] | This course keeps getting harder, the more I try. |
[02:10.86] | I dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry, |
[02:14.71] | As they open their eyes to see the world' s decay. |
[02:20.55] | This world' s a tomb. |
[02:22.18] | There' s a clamor in my heart and its over. |
[02:27.39] | Where is my prize, my promised prize? |
[03:43.25] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Ells, Herrera, Leonard, Powell |
[00:29.82] | Slaving for my solace of mind, |
[00:36.55] | digging in the sand until there' s blood on my hands, |
[00:43.19] | Careless to the state I' m in, I' ve so long been alone. |
[00:54.06] | I can' t go on. |
[00:57.86] | |
[01:02.75] | Rain down and cleanse my soul. |
[01:07.45] | Flow like a river. |
[02:44.59][01:10.96] | |
[02:45.01][01:13.27] | Forging insight by pagan torchlight, in cadence warlike, |
[02:54.54][01:22.90] | We draw tears from the sky, because the well' s run dry. |
[01:39.91] | I' ve spread out my seed, its gone in all directions. |
[01:46.60] | It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy |
[01:52.43] | And heaven has been swallowed by the desert. |
[01:58.58] | In a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky, |
[02:05.12] | This course keeps getting harder, the more I try. |
[02:10.86] | I dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry, |
[02:14.71] | As they open their eyes to see the world' s decay. |
[02:20.55] | This world' s a tomb. |
[02:22.18] | There' s a clamor in my heart and its over. |
[02:27.39] | Where is my prize, my promised prize? |
[03:43.25] |