| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Wesley Joseph/Joshua John |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Wesley Joseph/Joshua John |
| [00:18.119] | My eyes lost in the inner black |
| [00:20.379] | Lookin' at the world lyin' on my back |
| [00:22.356] | Feel alone, I'm a ghost until Heaven crack |
| [00:24.311] | Sittin' through turbulence, the sirens fade out when words get personal |
| [00:27.955] | See the heart on my sleeve and let it bleed |
| [00:30.288] | You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep |
| [00:32.593] | Too many left with the one thing that promised |
| [00:34.722] | 'Cause time isn't borrowed but for some it took from us |
| [00:36.845] | What's your head worth? |
| [00:37.837] | Mom told me that it worth knowledge |
| [00:39.160] | I don't care about your P's, the news reportin' more losses |
| [00:41.648] | Comin' at 'em with expression in my pockets |
| [00:43.648] | I'm startin' to know solace, more bodies, more coffins |
| [00:45.945] | Sayin' time heals all, it's a temporary blessin' |
| [00:48.537] | Even when the hands of anxiety caressin' |
| [00:50.769] | Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand |
| [00:53.048] | I'm on my Bojangles two-steppin' |
| [00:55.568] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [00:57.850] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [00:59.165] | Nothing more than what's lost, only |
| [01:04.786] | When it rain, it pours |
| [01:06.941] | faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only |
| [01:13.457] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [01:17.287] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
| [01:22.499] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [01:26.549] | Zoning where sirens bleed (Where sirens bleed) |
| [01:32.377] | I'm trying to breath, can't you see? |
| [01:41.316] | I'm trying to breath, can't you see? |
| [01:50.753] | This my type of violence |
| [01:53.150] | Most sounds get killed in the depth of the silence |
| [01:55.559] | Remind them, we didn't come from here |
| [01:57.702] | Hold fear in my heat, in the dark with the metal of my past in an ark I'm |
| [02:01.564] | Past participle, past permissible, verses are grippin' still |
| [02:04.936] | Too many kids die young in the ghetto |
| [02:07.262] | Too many Pinocchios and not enough Geppettos |
| [02:09.579] | Sirens still may fall down to the petals |
| [02:11.658] | Maybe your heart beats now in tremolo |
| [02:14.109] | Broken knees, white bone shattered and blood is peak |
| [02:16.411] | So much crimson, so much crimson |
| [02:18.159] | Scratchin' madness 'til my face is missin' |
| [02:20.363] | **** the darkest, grace my face on guts and garters |
| [02:23.167] | Full blood, a twisted martyr should've told them I missed my father |
| [02:27.602] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [02:30.118] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [02:31.687] | Nothing more than what's lost, only |
| [02:37.331] | When it rain, it pours |
| [02:39.513] | faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only |
| [02:46.113] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [02:49.882] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
| [02:55.459] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [02:59.096] | Zoning where sirens bleed (Where sirens bleed) |
| [03:04.806] | I'm trying to breath, can't you see? |
| [03:14.251] | I just want to be, be, be |
| [03:19.978] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Wesley Joseph Joshua John |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Wesley Joseph Joshua John |
| [00:18.119] | My eyes lost in the inner black |
| [00:20.379] | Lookin' at the world lyin' on my back |
| [00:22.356] | Feel alone, I' m a ghost until Heaven crack |
| [00:24.311] | Sittin' through turbulence, the sirens fade out when words get personal |
| [00:27.955] | See the heart on my sleeve and let it bleed |
| [00:30.288] | You hear me in the street, my spirit don' t sleep |
| [00:32.593] | Too many left with the one thing that promised |
| [00:34.722] | ' Cause time isn' t borrowed but for some it took from us |
| [00:36.845] | What' s your head worth? |
| [00:37.837] | Mom told me that it worth knowledge |
| [00:39.160] | I don' t care about your P' s, the news reportin' more losses |
| [00:41.648] | Comin' at ' em with expression in my pockets |
| [00:43.648] | I' m startin' to know solace, more bodies, more coffins |
| [00:45.945] | Sayin' time heals all, it' s a temporary blessin' |
| [00:48.537] | Even when the hands of anxiety caressin' |
| [00:50.769] | Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand |
| [00:53.048] | I' m on my Bojangles two-steppin' |
| [00:55.568] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [00:57.850] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [00:59.165] | Nothing more than what' s lost, only |
| [01:04.786] | When it rain, it pours |
| [01:06.941] | faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only |
| [01:13.457] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [01:17.287] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
| [01:22.499] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [01:26.549] | Zoning where sirens bleed Where sirens bleed |
| [01:32.377] | I' m trying to breath, can' t you see? |
| [01:41.316] | I' m trying to breath, can' t you see? |
| [01:50.753] | This my type of violence |
| [01:53.150] | Most sounds get killed in the depth of the silence |
| [01:55.559] | Remind them, we didn' t come from here |
| [01:57.702] | Hold fear in my heat, in the dark with the metal of my past in an ark I' m |
| [02:01.564] | Past participle, past permissible, verses are grippin' still |
| [02:04.936] | Too many kids die young in the ghetto |
| [02:07.262] | Too many Pinocchios and not enough Geppettos |
| [02:09.579] | Sirens still may fall down to the petals |
| [02:11.658] | Maybe your heart beats now in tremolo |
| [02:14.109] | Broken knees, white bone shattered and blood is peak |
| [02:16.411] | So much crimson, so much crimson |
| [02:18.159] | Scratchin' madness ' til my face is missin' |
| [02:20.363] | the darkest, grace my face on guts and garters |
| [02:23.167] | Full blood, a twisted martyr should' ve told them I missed my father |
| [02:27.602] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [02:30.118] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [02:31.687] | Nothing more than what' s lost, only |
| [02:37.331] | When it rain, it pours |
| [02:39.513] | faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only |
| [02:46.113] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [02:49.882] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
| [02:55.459] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [02:59.096] | Zoning where sirens bleed Where sirens bleed |
| [03:04.806] | I' m trying to breath, can' t you see? |
| [03:14.251] | I just want to be, be, be |
| [03:19.978] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Wesley Joseph Joshua John |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Wesley Joseph Joshua John |
| [00:18.119] | My eyes lost in the inner black |
| [00:20.379] | Lookin' at the world lyin' on my back |
| [00:22.356] | Feel alone, I' m a ghost until Heaven crack |
| [00:24.311] | Sittin' through turbulence, the sirens fade out when words get personal |
| [00:27.955] | See the heart on my sleeve and let it bleed |
| [00:30.288] | You hear me in the street, my spirit don' t sleep |
| [00:32.593] | Too many left with the one thing that promised |
| [00:34.722] | ' Cause time isn' t borrowed but for some it took from us |
| [00:36.845] | What' s your head worth? |
| [00:37.837] | Mom told me that it worth knowledge |
| [00:39.160] | I don' t care about your P' s, the news reportin' more losses |
| [00:41.648] | Comin' at ' em with expression in my pockets |
| [00:43.648] | I' m startin' to know solace, more bodies, more coffins |
| [00:45.945] | Sayin' time heals all, it' s a temporary blessin' |
| [00:48.537] | Even when the hands of anxiety caressin' |
| [00:50.769] | Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand |
| [00:53.048] | I' m on my Bojangles two-steppin' |
| [00:55.568] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [00:57.850] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [00:59.165] | Nothing more than what' s lost, only |
| [01:04.786] | When it rain, it pours |
| [01:06.941] | faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only |
| [01:13.457] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [01:17.287] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
| [01:22.499] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [01:26.549] | Zoning where sirens bleed Where sirens bleed |
| [01:32.377] | I' m trying to breath, can' t you see? |
| [01:41.316] | I' m trying to breath, can' t you see? |
| [01:50.753] | This my type of violence |
| [01:53.150] | Most sounds get killed in the depth of the silence |
| [01:55.559] | Remind them, we didn' t come from here |
| [01:57.702] | Hold fear in my heat, in the dark with the metal of my past in an ark I' m |
| [02:01.564] | Past participle, past permissible, verses are grippin' still |
| [02:04.936] | Too many kids die young in the ghetto |
| [02:07.262] | Too many Pinocchios and not enough Geppettos |
| [02:09.579] | Sirens still may fall down to the petals |
| [02:11.658] | Maybe your heart beats now in tremolo |
| [02:14.109] | Broken knees, white bone shattered and blood is peak |
| [02:16.411] | So much crimson, so much crimson |
| [02:18.159] | Scratchin' madness ' til my face is missin' |
| [02:20.363] | the darkest, grace my face on guts and garters |
| [02:23.167] | Full blood, a twisted martyr should' ve told them I missed my father |
| [02:27.602] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [02:30.118] | I hope you lookin' for |
| [02:31.687] | Nothing more than what' s lost, only |
| [02:37.331] | When it rain, it pours |
| [02:39.513] | faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only |
| [02:46.113] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [02:49.882] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
| [02:55.459] | I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise |
| [02:59.096] | Zoning where sirens bleed Where sirens bleed |
| [03:04.806] | I' m trying to breath, can' t you see? |
| [03:14.251] | I just want to be, be, be |
| [03:19.978] | Zoning where sirens bleed |
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