歌曲 | Slowly Growing Deaf |
歌手 | Mr. Bungle |
专辑 | OU818 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mister Bungle | |
As the congregation grows | |
To my ears the greatest sin | |
The lung of solitude deflates | |
Feel a bit like | |
BeethovenExiled to the inner voice, difference is... | |
Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst | |
He had no choice | |
We can't seem to find the air | |
To get our message through your heads | |
Poor respiration is sure | |
To keep clear communication obscure | |
As if I should care | |
As if you are listening out there | |
The louder you speak the more | |
I can hear | |
The less I can understand | |
Pound on it, pound it in | |
To my ears the greatest sin | |
Feel a bit like | |
BeethovenPaint my lungs so silently | |
The darkest color of your noise | |
A crowd will contradict its own audibility | |
Can't hear the diaglogue for the voice | |
No one is listening | |
Ears are ringing | |
Yet ears are ringing | |
In the morning | |
I will see | |
What you were trying to say to me | |
As I respond into the sink | |
Need not again hear myself think | |
Ears are ringing | |
Wax within my ears has grown | |
Just like the snot inside my nose | |
My interpretation of distorted conversation | |
I will kill for isolation | |
To enjoy the breath of silence | |
When the blood comes naturally | |
Sacrifice the energy | |
Before the threshold of pain has grown | |
I have chosen to plug my nose | |
Mole out from society | |
Survive off my soliloquy | |
Bleeding from nose, throat & ears | |
Removed I can speak as he has |
zuo ci : Mister Bungle | |
As the congregation grows | |
To my ears the greatest sin | |
The lung of solitude deflates | |
Feel a bit like | |
BeethovenExiled to the inner voice, difference is... | |
Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst | |
He had no choice | |
We can' t seem to find the air | |
To get our message through your heads | |
Poor respiration is sure | |
To keep clear communication obscure | |
As if I should care | |
As if you are listening out there | |
The louder you speak the more | |
I can hear | |
The less I can understand | |
Pound on it, pound it in | |
To my ears the greatest sin | |
Feel a bit like | |
BeethovenPaint my lungs so silently | |
The darkest color of your noise | |
A crowd will contradict its own audibility | |
Can' t hear the diaglogue for the voice | |
No one is listening | |
Ears are ringing | |
Yet ears are ringing | |
In the morning | |
I will see | |
What you were trying to say to me | |
As I respond into the sink | |
Need not again hear myself think | |
Ears are ringing | |
Wax within my ears has grown | |
Just like the snot inside my nose | |
My interpretation of distorted conversation | |
I will kill for isolation | |
To enjoy the breath of silence | |
When the blood comes naturally | |
Sacrifice the energy | |
Before the threshold of pain has grown | |
I have chosen to plug my nose | |
Mole out from society | |
Survive off my soliloquy | |
Bleeding from nose, throat ears | |
Removed I can speak as he has |
zuò cí : Mister Bungle | |
As the congregation grows | |
To my ears the greatest sin | |
The lung of solitude deflates | |
Feel a bit like | |
BeethovenExiled to the inner voice, difference is... | |
Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst | |
He had no choice | |
We can' t seem to find the air | |
To get our message through your heads | |
Poor respiration is sure | |
To keep clear communication obscure | |
As if I should care | |
As if you are listening out there | |
The louder you speak the more | |
I can hear | |
The less I can understand | |
Pound on it, pound it in | |
To my ears the greatest sin | |
Feel a bit like | |
BeethovenPaint my lungs so silently | |
The darkest color of your noise | |
A crowd will contradict its own audibility | |
Can' t hear the diaglogue for the voice | |
No one is listening | |
Ears are ringing | |
Yet ears are ringing | |
In the morning | |
I will see | |
What you were trying to say to me | |
As I respond into the sink | |
Need not again hear myself think | |
Ears are ringing | |
Wax within my ears has grown | |
Just like the snot inside my nose | |
My interpretation of distorted conversation | |
I will kill for isolation | |
To enjoy the breath of silence | |
When the blood comes naturally | |
Sacrifice the energy | |
Before the threshold of pain has grown | |
I have chosen to plug my nose | |
Mole out from society | |
Survive off my soliloquy | |
Bleeding from nose, throat ears | |
Removed I can speak as he has |