Song | The Deaf Policemen |
Artist | The Chariot |
Album | The Fiancée |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Scogin | |
Place, this is where | |
The giants roam, and their horses stand so tall | |
And their fists engaged | |
And fingers bent back to the palm, except one | |
You ain't seen nothing yet | |
And all my judges burn, from their gunshot eyes | |
A direct line that travels at the speed of light | |
Into my heart, into my mind | |
I read between the lions | |
The forest grows from their eyes | |
I was not placed upon the grass | |
Of this ever fading earth | |
For a standing ovation, and its romance | |
I was placed for the warning, so heed the warning | |
And they cannot look away | |
For if they do | |
And cross paths with a wall | |
That reflects all it sees | |
And it shows the truth | |
Shows the fake | |
Shows the past | |
Show all of the mistakes | |
And it shows everything | |
That they refuse to see | |
Because if there's blood on the roots | |
Then there's blood on the branches |
zuo qu : Scogin | |
Place, this is where | |
The giants roam, and their horses stand so tall | |
And their fists engaged | |
And fingers bent back to the palm, except one | |
You ain' t seen nothing yet | |
And all my judges burn, from their gunshot eyes | |
A direct line that travels at the speed of light | |
Into my heart, into my mind | |
I read between the lions | |
The forest grows from their eyes | |
I was not placed upon the grass | |
Of this ever fading earth | |
For a standing ovation, and its romance | |
I was placed for the warning, so heed the warning | |
And they cannot look away | |
For if they do | |
And cross paths with a wall | |
That reflects all it sees | |
And it shows the truth | |
Shows the fake | |
Shows the past | |
Show all of the mistakes | |
And it shows everything | |
That they refuse to see | |
Because if there' s blood on the roots | |
Then there' s blood on the branches |
zuò qǔ : Scogin | |
Place, this is where | |
The giants roam, and their horses stand so tall | |
And their fists engaged | |
And fingers bent back to the palm, except one | |
You ain' t seen nothing yet | |
And all my judges burn, from their gunshot eyes | |
A direct line that travels at the speed of light | |
Into my heart, into my mind | |
I read between the lions | |
The forest grows from their eyes | |
I was not placed upon the grass | |
Of this ever fading earth | |
For a standing ovation, and its romance | |
I was placed for the warning, so heed the warning | |
And they cannot look away | |
For if they do | |
And cross paths with a wall | |
That reflects all it sees | |
And it shows the truth | |
Shows the fake | |
Shows the past | |
Show all of the mistakes | |
And it shows everything | |
That they refuse to see | |
Because if there' s blood on the roots | |
Then there' s blood on the branches |