| 作曲 : Costa, Koperweis, Miller | |
| I wish I could pull this off me, the weight is dragging me down and it's getting exhausting. | |
| Frozen in time but the clock keeps ticking. | |
| I fear to look at my life and see that there is something I'm missing. | |
| Each day, I lay awake. | |
| Empty Inside looking for the next break. | |
| I am seeing and I am breathing but I am looking for a goddamn reason. | |
| As my jaw proceeds to separate off of my skull, I wonder how to dig myself out of this hole. | |
| I try so hard, but I just can't win. But here we go again. | |
| The weeks pile up and I'm ascending downward, always looking for a plan for the next few hours. | |
| I lock it all in and I shut myself up. This is not normal, This is not me. | |
| Isolated and alienated, my foundation has been decimated. | |
| Forlon and fucking war torn. | |
| Problems of the world leave my face with a bitter scorn. Please return my carnium. | |
| And no has one fucking word to say to elaborate on how everything is going to be OK. | |
| Grief, despair, anger, animosity. | |
| I feel hollow, but filled up with sorrow, but I keep my head up for a better tomorrow. | |
| Grinding my teeth down flat. Morning comes along and my incisors are gone. | |
| Lift the curse off of my face. | |
| Relieve me of my burden, so I can know my own name. | |
| Take a deep breath and blow away the storming rain. | |
| I want to reassume my body. I want you to recognize my face. | |
| If I could turn back time to a better day, then maybe I would stop grinding my teeth. |
| zuo qu : Costa, Koperweis, Miller | |
| I wish I could pull this off me, the weight is dragging me down and it' s getting exhausting. | |
| Frozen in time but the clock keeps ticking. | |
| I fear to look at my life and see that there is something I' m missing. | |
| Each day, I lay awake. | |
| Empty Inside looking for the next break. | |
| I am seeing and I am breathing but I am looking for a goddamn reason. | |
| As my jaw proceeds to separate off of my skull, I wonder how to dig myself out of this hole. | |
| I try so hard, but I just can' t win. But here we go again. | |
| The weeks pile up and I' m ascending downward, always looking for a plan for the next few hours. | |
| I lock it all in and I shut myself up. This is not normal, This is not me. | |
| Isolated and alienated, my foundation has been decimated. | |
| Forlon and fucking war torn. | |
| Problems of the world leave my face with a bitter scorn. Please return my carnium. | |
| And no has one fucking word to say to elaborate on how everything is going to be OK. | |
| Grief, despair, anger, animosity. | |
| I feel hollow, but filled up with sorrow, but I keep my head up for a better tomorrow. | |
| Grinding my teeth down flat. Morning comes along and my incisors are gone. | |
| Lift the curse off of my face. | |
| Relieve me of my burden, so I can know my own name. | |
| Take a deep breath and blow away the storming rain. | |
| I want to reassume my body. I want you to recognize my face. | |
| If I could turn back time to a better day, then maybe I would stop grinding my teeth. |
| zuò qǔ : Costa, Koperweis, Miller | |
| I wish I could pull this off me, the weight is dragging me down and it' s getting exhausting. | |
| Frozen in time but the clock keeps ticking. | |
| I fear to look at my life and see that there is something I' m missing. | |
| Each day, I lay awake. | |
| Empty Inside looking for the next break. | |
| I am seeing and I am breathing but I am looking for a goddamn reason. | |
| As my jaw proceeds to separate off of my skull, I wonder how to dig myself out of this hole. | |
| I try so hard, but I just can' t win. But here we go again. | |
| The weeks pile up and I' m ascending downward, always looking for a plan for the next few hours. | |
| I lock it all in and I shut myself up. This is not normal, This is not me. | |
| Isolated and alienated, my foundation has been decimated. | |
| Forlon and fucking war torn. | |
| Problems of the world leave my face with a bitter scorn. Please return my carnium. | |
| And no has one fucking word to say to elaborate on how everything is going to be OK. | |
| Grief, despair, anger, animosity. | |
| I feel hollow, but filled up with sorrow, but I keep my head up for a better tomorrow. | |
| Grinding my teeth down flat. Morning comes along and my incisors are gone. | |
| Lift the curse off of my face. | |
| Relieve me of my burden, so I can know my own name. | |
| Take a deep breath and blow away the storming rain. | |
| I want to reassume my body. I want you to recognize my face. | |
| If I could turn back time to a better day, then maybe I would stop grinding my teeth. |
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