歌曲 | 90 Degree Angles |
歌手 | Age of Silence |
专辑 | Acceleration |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lazzare | |
It has been done! | |
The return is completed! | |
Now to grow fainter | |
To be buried in soft shades of jade | |
I used to like the rainfalls - to feel tender bites | |
of grey city water on my white, clean face | |
pure from the start - dirty to the end | |
drawing diagonal marks - shutting me into a private prison with bars of water on skin | |
The smell of wet asphalt always softened up a hard world | |
90 degree angles, shiny surfaces covered in dirt | |
and worn out streets leading from nothing to nothing | |
Who put us here anyway? Did I ever take the time to find out? | |
Did they ever bother to ask? Was it even an option? | |
It's been returned | |
I wonder if the dirt has forced its way through my skin by now | |
Feels like it's there - itching from the inside, weakening my flesh | |
I need a sunblock or a dirtblock - something to protect me | |
Nothing's ever gonna be the same again | |
I'm on the wrong... surface | |
Nothing's ever gonna be the same again | |
Nothing's ever gonna be the same again | |
Open up the shell, wash away the facade | |
Let me out or let me in | |
Open up the shell, wash away the facade | |
Let me out or let me in | |
Please just let me, Please just let me | |
Please just let me, Please just let me |
zuo qu : Lazzare | |
It has been done! | |
The return is completed! | |
Now to grow fainter | |
To be buried in soft shades of jade | |
I used to like the rainfalls to feel tender bites | |
of grey city water on my white, clean face | |
pure from the start dirty to the end | |
drawing diagonal marks shutting me into a private prison with bars of water on skin | |
The smell of wet asphalt always softened up a hard world | |
90 degree angles, shiny surfaces covered in dirt | |
and worn out streets leading from nothing to nothing | |
Who put us here anyway? Did I ever take the time to find out? | |
Did they ever bother to ask? Was it even an option? | |
It' s been returned | |
I wonder if the dirt has forced its way through my skin by now | |
Feels like it' s there itching from the inside, weakening my flesh | |
I need a sunblock or a dirtblock something to protect me | |
Nothing' s ever gonna be the same again | |
I' m on the wrong... surface | |
Nothing' s ever gonna be the same again | |
Nothing' s ever gonna be the same again | |
Open up the shell, wash away the facade | |
Let me out or let me in | |
Open up the shell, wash away the facade | |
Let me out or let me in | |
Please just let me, Please just let me | |
Please just let me, Please just let me |
zuò qǔ : Lazzare | |
It has been done! | |
The return is completed! | |
Now to grow fainter | |
To be buried in soft shades of jade | |
I used to like the rainfalls to feel tender bites | |
of grey city water on my white, clean face | |
pure from the start dirty to the end | |
drawing diagonal marks shutting me into a private prison with bars of water on skin | |
The smell of wet asphalt always softened up a hard world | |
90 degree angles, shiny surfaces covered in dirt | |
and worn out streets leading from nothing to nothing | |
Who put us here anyway? Did I ever take the time to find out? | |
Did they ever bother to ask? Was it even an option? | |
It' s been returned | |
I wonder if the dirt has forced its way through my skin by now | |
Feels like it' s there itching from the inside, weakening my flesh | |
I need a sunblock or a dirtblock something to protect me | |
Nothing' s ever gonna be the same again | |
I' m on the wrong... surface | |
Nothing' s ever gonna be the same again | |
Nothing' s ever gonna be the same again | |
Open up the shell, wash away the facade | |
Let me out or let me in | |
Open up the shell, wash away the facade | |
Let me out or let me in | |
Please just let me, Please just let me | |
Please just let me, Please just let me |