[00:00.000] 作词 : Bill Leeb/Rhys Fulber/Chris Connelly/Jared Slingerland/Craig Johnsen/Sasha Keevil
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bill Leeb/Rhys Fulber/Chris Connelly/Jared Slingerland/Craig Johnsen/Sasha Keevil
[00:42.66]Replacing all the air
[00:43.98]You replace until there's nothing there
[00:45.98]You makeshift suffocate
[00:47.69]The words before the meaning
[00:49.20]Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard
[00:56.51]Replacing all the air
[00:57.98]You replace until there's nothing there
[01:00.04]You makeshift suffocate
[01:01.83]The words before the meaning
[01:03.00]Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard
[01:11.19]Replacing all the air
[01:13.64]You replace until there's nothing there
[01:14.20]You makeshift suffocate
[01:15.92]The words before the meaning
[01:17.46]Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard
[01:33.41]The voice is a stream of pain
[01:37.96]Like from a falling plane
[01:41.74]Revolves round the world again
[01:47.37]The texture still isn't right
[01:51.81]Cowers from a hunter's light
[01:55.76]Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight
[02:01.05]
[02:15.85]To rest here is asinine
[02:20.11]Between electric lines
[02:23.96]Forgive me: instantly chilled to the bone
[02:30.36]
[02:44.29]We trawl through shame
[02:47.54]Through lover's names
[02:51.04]Through the backlit scars
[02:54.36]Through the frigid wars
[02:58.10]And we burn the crimes (and we burn our crimes)
[03:01.46]Between electric lines (between electric lines)
[03:05.28]Say a prayer for nothing (say a prayer for nothing)
[03:08.67]Take a dance for nothing (Take a dance for nothing)
[03:12.34]Here I am a ghost (here I am a ghost)
[03:15.63]A shadow lingering (yes it's lingering)
[03:19.37]I am toxic host (just a toxic host)
[03:22.66]No sense imagining (imagining)
[03:26.72]
[03:35.05]The voice is a shock to you
[03:39.38]All made of ice, and through
[03:43.20]The pages wet with no-one's story never true
[03:49.46]It climbs through your open pores
[03:53.87]Behind your distant doors
[03:57.33]Distorts the age you never claimed
[04:00.69]That was your own
[04:03.70]The frayed pages hide the end therein,
[04:08.91]The plot descends
[04:11.57]To whispers
[04:12.76]Barely heard above the spitting wind