[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.
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[01:02.75]Rain down and cleanse my soul.
[01:07.45]Flow like a river.
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[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?
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