| 作曲 : Booth, Dälek, Oktopus | |
| 1. I sense this social order in decline | |
| Our people's been assassinated by our own blind | |
| Balance bullets off last vertebrae | |
| yo gunshots and lyrics if well aimed will reverberate | |
| There's no escape | |
| Your false Jesus promised lies | |
| I'm... serenaded by sincere tears often | |
| The honest only work to afford wooden coffins | |
| Done talking cause it's speech that allows for deceit | |
| This d‰lek I speak is forever bred in basements | |
| Complacent eyes are the only witness to my changes | |
| Abrasive words slurred with obtuse thought | |
| Caught by the few who do watch | |
| But lost on these blocks. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure's unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head's nod | |
| But we still living shackled | |
| 2. Ample time to sleep once this vein's collapse | |
| Clasp hands in vain attempt to prey upon victims | |
| Asked for incisions to sever chest from mind | |
| Designed from remnants of nightmares broke in sections | |
| Blessings can't save designated slaves | |
| Only answer that remains to subvert whole system | |
| All systems fail | |
| But it's patience that has failed | |
| As our patriarchy's jailed to provide veiled income | |
| None listen I speak with pierced larynx | |
| Addicts move in slow increments within granite | |
| Hands bound and damaged are weapons we brandish | |
| Deemed savage by masses | |
| When this anger's just average. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure's unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head's nod | |
| But we still living shackled | |
| Bridge: | |
| That pathetic premise of freedom is false | |
| Futility of earthly flesh answers death's solemn call | |
| Within these very words lie my ancestral tongue | |
| I kept breath within collapsed left lung | |
| As I witnessed modern tower of Babel come undone | |
| These bloodshot eyes surmise that most meaning is lost. | |
| 3. Lost paradise rots | |
| Vacant lots breed riots | |
| Few men defiant as we tread 'mongst giants | |
| Filthy air of liar fills lung of young lions | |
| Pierced flesh of Mayan bleeds words on papyrus | |
| Desires blurred in tortured minds of the pious | |
| None stand as righteous when judged through this iris | |
| Skin marked by man's iron | |
| Weighted souls wake when well tired | |
| The unsuspected conspire | |
| Brunt smoke from pyre fills night's sky | |
| Should we attempt to walk on water since we all crucified? | |
| These questions denied | |
| Answers just lies | |
| Sanctify history from hands of blind scribes. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure's unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head's nod | |
| But we still living shackled |
| zuo qu : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
| 1. I sense this social order in decline | |
| Our people' s been assassinated by our own blind | |
| Balance bullets off last vertebrae | |
| yo gunshots and lyrics if well aimed will reverberate | |
| There' s no escape | |
| Your false Jesus promised lies | |
| I' m... serenaded by sincere tears often | |
| The honest only work to afford wooden coffins | |
| Done talking cause it' s speech that allows for deceit | |
| This d lek I speak is forever bred in basements | |
| Complacent eyes are the only witness to my changes | |
| Abrasive words slurred with obtuse thought | |
| Caught by the few who do watch | |
| But lost on these blocks. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure' s unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head' s nod | |
| But we still living shackled | |
| 2. Ample time to sleep once this vein' s collapse | |
| Clasp hands in vain attempt to prey upon victims | |
| Asked for incisions to sever chest from mind | |
| Designed from remnants of nightmares broke in sections | |
| Blessings can' t save designated slaves | |
| Only answer that remains to subvert whole system | |
| All systems fail | |
| But it' s patience that has failed | |
| As our patriarchy' s jailed to provide veiled income | |
| None listen I speak with pierced larynx | |
| Addicts move in slow increments within granite | |
| Hands bound and damaged are weapons we brandish | |
| Deemed savage by masses | |
| When this anger' s just average. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure' s unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head' s nod | |
| But we still living shackled | |
| Bridge: | |
| That pathetic premise of freedom is false | |
| Futility of earthly flesh answers death' s solemn call | |
| Within these very words lie my ancestral tongue | |
| I kept breath within collapsed left lung | |
| As I witnessed modern tower of Babel come undone | |
| These bloodshot eyes surmise that most meaning is lost. | |
| 3. Lost paradise rots | |
| Vacant lots breed riots | |
| Few men defiant as we tread ' mongst giants | |
| Filthy air of liar fills lung of young lions | |
| Pierced flesh of Mayan bleeds words on papyrus | |
| Desires blurred in tortured minds of the pious | |
| None stand as righteous when judged through this iris | |
| Skin marked by man' s iron | |
| Weighted souls wake when well tired | |
| The unsuspected conspire | |
| Brunt smoke from pyre fills night' s sky | |
| Should we attempt to walk on water since we all crucified? | |
| These questions denied | |
| Answers just lies | |
| Sanctify history from hands of blind scribes. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure' s unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head' s nod | |
| But we still living shackled |
| zuò qǔ : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
| 1. I sense this social order in decline | |
| Our people' s been assassinated by our own blind | |
| Balance bullets off last vertebrae | |
| yo gunshots and lyrics if well aimed will reverberate | |
| There' s no escape | |
| Your false Jesus promised lies | |
| I' m... serenaded by sincere tears often | |
| The honest only work to afford wooden coffins | |
| Done talking cause it' s speech that allows for deceit | |
| This d lek I speak is forever bred in basements | |
| Complacent eyes are the only witness to my changes | |
| Abrasive words slurred with obtuse thought | |
| Caught by the few who do watch | |
| But lost on these blocks. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure' s unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head' s nod | |
| But we still living shackled | |
| 2. Ample time to sleep once this vein' s collapse | |
| Clasp hands in vain attempt to prey upon victims | |
| Asked for incisions to sever chest from mind | |
| Designed from remnants of nightmares broke in sections | |
| Blessings can' t save designated slaves | |
| Only answer that remains to subvert whole system | |
| All systems fail | |
| But it' s patience that has failed | |
| As our patriarchy' s jailed to provide veiled income | |
| None listen I speak with pierced larynx | |
| Addicts move in slow increments within granite | |
| Hands bound and damaged are weapons we brandish | |
| Deemed savage by masses | |
| When this anger' s just average. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure' s unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head' s nod | |
| But we still living shackled | |
| Bridge: | |
| That pathetic premise of freedom is false | |
| Futility of earthly flesh answers death' s solemn call | |
| Within these very words lie my ancestral tongue | |
| I kept breath within collapsed left lung | |
| As I witnessed modern tower of Babel come undone | |
| These bloodshot eyes surmise that most meaning is lost. | |
| 3. Lost paradise rots | |
| Vacant lots breed riots | |
| Few men defiant as we tread ' mongst giants | |
| Filthy air of liar fills lung of young lions | |
| Pierced flesh of Mayan bleeds words on papyrus | |
| Desires blurred in tortured minds of the pious | |
| None stand as righteous when judged through this iris | |
| Skin marked by man' s iron | |
| Weighted souls wake when well tired | |
| The unsuspected conspire | |
| Brunt smoke from pyre fills night' s sky | |
| Should we attempt to walk on water since we all crucified? | |
| These questions denied | |
| Answers just lies | |
| Sanctify history from hands of blind scribes. | |
| chorus: | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Despair always ample | |
| Structure' s unraveled | |
| Breath below gravel | |
| Eyes to form shadows | |
| Head' s nod | |
| But we still living shackled |
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