歌曲 | Plagued |
歌手 | With Life In Mind |
专辑 | The Human Condition |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
How do we save ourselves from this misery | |
That we've plagued our lives with. | |
And we've plagued ourselves. | |
So desperate for the answers, we search for a reason to survive. | |
We spend our days staring at the sun, | |
Only to be blinded by the mere thought. | |
Encouraged; enraged by what has held us down. | |
We’re straining on the last bit of hope we have left. | |
No one hears our cries. | |
And no one sees us screaming. | |
Beating out our lungs. | |
We are the forgotten. | |
Our minds have starved from this constant fight to find solid ground. | |
To be something more than what's placed in our hands. | |
Struggling to find the means to build ourselves back up. | |
With every odd stacked against us, we walk as men through a sea of giants. |
How do we save ourselves from this misery | |
That we' ve plagued our lives with. | |
And we' ve plagued ourselves. | |
So desperate for the answers, we search for a reason to survive. | |
We spend our days staring at the sun, | |
Only to be blinded by the mere thought. | |
Encouraged enraged by what has held us down. | |
We' re straining on the last bit of hope we have left. | |
No one hears our cries. | |
And no one sees us screaming. | |
Beating out our lungs. | |
We are the forgotten. | |
Our minds have starved from this constant fight to find solid ground. | |
To be something more than what' s placed in our hands. | |
Struggling to find the means to build ourselves back up. | |
With every odd stacked against us, we walk as men through a sea of giants. |
How do we save ourselves from this misery | |
That we' ve plagued our lives with. | |
And we' ve plagued ourselves. | |
So desperate for the answers, we search for a reason to survive. | |
We spend our days staring at the sun, | |
Only to be blinded by the mere thought. | |
Encouraged enraged by what has held us down. | |
We' re straining on the last bit of hope we have left. | |
No one hears our cries. | |
And no one sees us screaming. | |
Beating out our lungs. | |
We are the forgotten. | |
Our minds have starved from this constant fight to find solid ground. | |
To be something more than what' s placed in our hands. | |
Struggling to find the means to build ourselves back up. | |
With every odd stacked against us, we walk as men through a sea of giants. |