歌曲 | Alarum |
歌手 | The Tea Party |
专辑 | Transmission |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tea Party | |
I took a slide, slipping down a staircase | |
A Piranesian dream | |
My senses reeled, distorted about the darkness | |
A lit my way with a scream | |
And in the rave an alarum caused a | |
Cracked mirror | |
I got confused by the sound | |
I turned around and touched it from a distance and then it fell to the ground | |
Loud cry from the shallows | |
Lust feeds on the fear | |
Walls crack under pressure | |
I think the end is getting near | |
And in my mind that was the furry of a madness | |
That consecrated the dirt | |
I stumbled through the enigma of the reason | |
And celebrated the hurt | |
And then I found in an act of desperation | |
A subtle rip in the heart | |
I was seduced by the fear (taste) of devastation and then it tore me apart | |
Oh no, nothing matters! | |
When it takes me | |
Where it rapes me, breaks me | |
Shakes me down | |
A quick escape from the fear of commination | |
I slept the night with my spleen | |
A thin exuse, | |
I was searching for some answers | |
I broke away from the scene | |
Because after all animality's an instinct | |
And its Luxuria's slave | |
To taste the truth, it's a seizure of the senses | |
And its a foot in the grave |
zuo ci : Tea Party | |
I took a slide, slipping down a staircase | |
A Piranesian dream | |
My senses reeled, distorted about the darkness | |
A lit my way with a scream | |
And in the rave an alarum caused a | |
Cracked mirror | |
I got confused by the sound | |
I turned around and touched it from a distance and then it fell to the ground | |
Loud cry from the shallows | |
Lust feeds on the fear | |
Walls crack under pressure | |
I think the end is getting near | |
And in my mind that was the furry of a madness | |
That consecrated the dirt | |
I stumbled through the enigma of the reason | |
And celebrated the hurt | |
And then I found in an act of desperation | |
A subtle rip in the heart | |
I was seduced by the fear taste of devastation and then it tore me apart | |
Oh no, nothing matters! | |
When it takes me | |
Where it rapes me, breaks me | |
Shakes me down | |
A quick escape from the fear of commination | |
I slept the night with my spleen | |
A thin exuse, | |
I was searching for some answers | |
I broke away from the scene | |
Because after all animality' s an instinct | |
And its Luxuria' s slave | |
To taste the truth, it' s a seizure of the senses | |
And its a foot in the grave |
zuò cí : Tea Party | |
I took a slide, slipping down a staircase | |
A Piranesian dream | |
My senses reeled, distorted about the darkness | |
A lit my way with a scream | |
And in the rave an alarum caused a | |
Cracked mirror | |
I got confused by the sound | |
I turned around and touched it from a distance and then it fell to the ground | |
Loud cry from the shallows | |
Lust feeds on the fear | |
Walls crack under pressure | |
I think the end is getting near | |
And in my mind that was the furry of a madness | |
That consecrated the dirt | |
I stumbled through the enigma of the reason | |
And celebrated the hurt | |
And then I found in an act of desperation | |
A subtle rip in the heart | |
I was seduced by the fear taste of devastation and then it tore me apart | |
Oh no, nothing matters! | |
When it takes me | |
Where it rapes me, breaks me | |
Shakes me down | |
A quick escape from the fear of commination | |
I slept the night with my spleen | |
A thin exuse, | |
I was searching for some answers | |
I broke away from the scene | |
Because after all animality' s an instinct | |
And its Luxuria' s slave | |
To taste the truth, it' s a seizure of the senses | |
And its a foot in the grave |