Fast Enough 歌词

	作曲 : Babcock, Rigsby, Skipper
	Count backwards from ten, and you'll see the change.
	Except in you're heart, it's sadly the same
	If you were the
	Queen, who would you choose for a king?
	Or would you rather be free, or like a dog on a chain?
	I'm not so sure all things are as you say.
	Nothing's going fast enough tonight.
	Nothing's gonna feed your appetite.
	All the lights are on, it comforts no one but your silhouette.
	Nothings gonna keep you satisfied, though a million boys would love to try.
	Build new cages, but the beast rules every corner of your life.
	I can see it coming over you.
	You've got your eyes on sharpened knives.
	You'll turn your friends to alibis.
	I can see it, it's inside of you.
	I heard it in your voice last night.
	You've got your eyes on sharpened knives, and it's cutting your life lines.
	Perfect, it'd be perfect, just to forget yourself.
	Wretched melodies call you from the deep, when you should be sleeping,
	Want becomes a need as you feel the beast; sacrifice your freedom.

	zuo qu : Babcock, Rigsby, Skipper
	Count backwards from ten, and you' ll see the change.
	Except in you' re heart, it' s sadly the same
	If you were the
	Queen, who would you choose for a king?
	Or would you rather be free, or like a dog on a chain?
	I' m not so sure all things are as you say.
	Nothing' s going fast enough tonight.
	Nothing' s gonna feed your appetite.
	All the lights are on, it comforts no one but your silhouette.
	Nothings gonna keep you satisfied, though a million boys would love to try.
	Build new cages, but the beast rules every corner of your life.
	I can see it coming over you.
	You' ve got your eyes on sharpened knives.
	You' ll turn your friends to alibis.
	I can see it, it' s inside of you.
	I heard it in your voice last night.
	You' ve got your eyes on sharpened knives, and it' s cutting your life lines.
	Perfect, it' d be perfect, just to forget yourself.
	Wretched melodies call you from the deep, when you should be sleeping,
	Want becomes a need as you feel the beast sacrifice your freedom.

	zuò qǔ : Babcock, Rigsby, Skipper
	Count backwards from ten, and you' ll see the change.
	Except in you' re heart, it' s sadly the same
	If you were the
	Queen, who would you choose for a king?
	Or would you rather be free, or like a dog on a chain?
	I' m not so sure all things are as you say.
	Nothing' s going fast enough tonight.
	Nothing' s gonna feed your appetite.
	All the lights are on, it comforts no one but your silhouette.
	Nothings gonna keep you satisfied, though a million boys would love to try.
	Build new cages, but the beast rules every corner of your life.
	I can see it coming over you.
	You' ve got your eyes on sharpened knives.
	You' ll turn your friends to alibis.
	I can see it, it' s inside of you.
	I heard it in your voice last night.
	You' ve got your eyes on sharpened knives, and it' s cutting your life lines.
	Perfect, it' d be perfect, just to forget yourself.
	Wretched melodies call you from the deep, when you should be sleeping,
	Want becomes a need as you feel the beast sacrifice your freedom.

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