Song | Panoptycon |
Artist | Harakiri for the sky |
Album | Aokigahara |
[01:01.79] | Listen folks: |
[01:02.97] | Nothing in this world worth having comes easy at all, |
[01:07.95] | For every decision that comes to our mind, we pay the price. |
[01:13.13] | What hereafter will wait for us, only the ocean knows, |
[01:18.28] | but you can be everything but certain, |
[01:21.08] | I paid the price for every word I dropped. |
[01:24.55] | Needless to say, my constant fear of separation, |
[01:29.22] | is actually not disappearing, |
[01:33.68] | Still the same reason why I’m depraved of sleep, |
[01:39.06] | I’m losing friends and above all: I’m losing confidence! |
[02:05.33] | “Forever and a day”, in this case no second abandon, |
[02:16.02] | just pure resolution and our final decision, |
[02:34.11] | in this relation, we never thought to repent. |
[03:27.25] | I can still hear you admonishing me, |
[03:32.00] | but slowing down is not an option. |
[03:36.85] | I can still feel the rhythm and my heart is still beating, |
[03:42.08] | so your presence is no gift, but a curse! |
[03:47.52] | You all once meant the world to me, who knows, |
[03:53.19] | maybe we’ll meet again at my funeral. |
[03:57.84] | Don’t get me wrong, this is no reckoning to the life we’ve lived, |
[04:03.12] | but the only thing we share today, is our past. |
[05:00.34] | Let me back in! |
[05:31.06] | Bleeding hands grab for the last tread, |
[05:35.22] | I exchanged all confidence to self-elected suspense, |
[05:41.27] | Sometimes I suffer from this life hour for hour, |
[05:45.59] | but apart from this circumstance, |
[05:48.24] | my voice gets stronger with every minute that falls. |
[06:12.26] | Did you ever, ever bleed for something? |
[06:32.33] | Maybe these streets would be an easier way to go, |
[06:37.12] | without these turns, just going straight. |
[06:42.81] | but we can’t choose their course, |
[06:47.42] | cause this is how we built those. |
[06:53.23] | I walked a thousand miles to escape these barren landscapes, but they are still here. |
[07:03.28] | They haunt me like shadows, cause this endless melancholy is my oldest fear. |
[01:01.79] | Listen folks: |
[01:02.97] | Nothing in this world worth having comes easy at all, |
[01:07.95] | For every decision that comes to our mind, we pay the price. |
[01:13.13] | What hereafter will wait for us, only the ocean knows, |
[01:18.28] | but you can be everything but certain, |
[01:21.08] | I paid the price for every word I dropped. |
[01:24.55] | Needless to say, my constant fear of separation, |
[01:29.22] | is actually not disappearing, |
[01:33.68] | Still the same reason why I' m depraved of sleep, |
[01:39.06] | I' m losing friends and above all: I' m losing confidence! |
[02:05.33] | " Forever and a day", in this case no second abandon, |
[02:16.02] | just pure resolution and our final decision, |
[02:34.11] | in this relation, we never thought to repent. |
[03:27.25] | I can still hear you admonishing me, |
[03:32.00] | but slowing down is not an option. |
[03:36.85] | I can still feel the rhythm and my heart is still beating, |
[03:42.08] | so your presence is no gift, but a curse! |
[03:47.52] | You all once meant the world to me, who knows, |
[03:53.19] | maybe we' ll meet again at my funeral. |
[03:57.84] | Don' t get me wrong, this is no reckoning to the life we' ve lived, |
[04:03.12] | but the only thing we share today, is our past. |
[05:00.34] | Let me back in! |
[05:31.06] | Bleeding hands grab for the last tread, |
[05:35.22] | I exchanged all confidence to selfelected suspense, |
[05:41.27] | Sometimes I suffer from this life hour for hour, |
[05:45.59] | but apart from this circumstance, |
[05:48.24] | my voice gets stronger with every minute that falls. |
[06:12.26] | Did you ever, ever bleed for something? |
[06:32.33] | Maybe these streets would be an easier way to go, |
[06:37.12] | without these turns, just going straight. |
[06:42.81] | but we can' t choose their course, |
[06:47.42] | cause this is how we built those. |
[06:53.23] | I walked a thousand miles to escape these barren landscapes, but they are still here. |
[07:03.28] | They haunt me like shadows, cause this endless melancholy is my oldest fear. |