| 歌曲 | Empire |
| 歌手 | The Black Angels |
| 专辑 | Passover |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh, the empires calling, | |
| Trying to hear his voice, | |
| While he’s preaching to the choir, | |
| And that choir is death and noise. | |
| And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist. | |
| Angels with broken wings, | |
| Melodic harmonies she sings. | |
| She brings you white daffodils, | |
| You place them on your windowsill. | |
| Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist. | |
| Well you sit in dark forests, | |
| You’ve been there for quite a while. | |
| And when they come to take you, | |
| You just sit and smile. | |
| You say, “ | |
| Hey, you take this. | |
| I’m gonna see if you exist.” | |
| Oh it’s time to leave here, | |
| And I still have my knife, | |
| And it’s pressed up against my body, | |
| Tonights gonna be the night. | |
| And I cut my own wrist, just to see if | |
| I exist. |
| Oh, the empires calling, | |
| Trying to hear his voice, | |
| While he' s preaching to the choir, | |
| And that choir is death and noise. | |
| And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist. | |
| Angels with broken wings, | |
| Melodic harmonies she sings. | |
| She brings you white daffodils, | |
| You place them on your windowsill. | |
| Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist. | |
| Well you sit in dark forests, | |
| You' ve been there for quite a while. | |
| And when they come to take you, | |
| You just sit and smile. | |
| You say, " | |
| Hey, you take this. | |
| I' m gonna see if you exist." | |
| Oh it' s time to leave here, | |
| And I still have my knife, | |
| And it' s pressed up against my body, | |
| Tonights gonna be the night. | |
| And I cut my own wrist, just to see if | |
| I exist. |
| Oh, the empires calling, | |
| Trying to hear his voice, | |
| While he' s preaching to the choir, | |
| And that choir is death and noise. | |
| And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist. | |
| Angels with broken wings, | |
| Melodic harmonies she sings. | |
| She brings you white daffodils, | |
| You place them on your windowsill. | |
| Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist. | |
| Well you sit in dark forests, | |
| You' ve been there for quite a while. | |
| And when they come to take you, | |
| You just sit and smile. | |
| You say, " | |
| Hey, you take this. | |
| I' m gonna see if you exist." | |
| Oh it' s time to leave here, | |
| And I still have my knife, | |
| And it' s pressed up against my body, | |
| Tonights gonna be the night. | |
| And I cut my own wrist, just to see if | |
| I exist. |