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Into The Nowhere

	作曲 : Bruce Hall/Bernie Versailles
	The god sighed and silence was born
	A tortured life is spared of vision
	And it's painful when it's worn
	The cloak of shame spares no protection
	His world is made of steel
	In his hands he bent the fire
	To mold a thing so real
	A burning world born of desire
	His hope was not enough
	To fill an empty cup
	He simply let it drain into the nowhere
	There is no reckoning
	There is no bargaining
	In symbol rain will fall as he lays weeping
	We stand below rinsed by the tears
	Unlike rain they bring no healing
	Rust corrodes the souls
	Of children wrought to match his image
	Abandoned with all of his cares
	No choice but to wait for the kindness of time
	To erase us one and all
	To flow like a river with no beginning
	Head in hands and weary eyes
	The failures scratch and carve the lines
	Into the face of one
	The lines into the face of none
	He sees the world
	He sees his dreams
	And nothing's ever as it seems
	The promise was so real
	Now all that's left is crumbled steel
	No prayers are said in his name
	Nobody knew that he ever existed
	Alone he accepts all the blame
	Plaintively wonders how dreams become twisted
	And he waits for another to come
	Another, a chance to revive from the nothing
	The fabric to weave once again
	To forge from the fire his vision of man

	zuò qǔ : Bruce Hall Bernie Versailles
	The god sighed and silence was born
	A tortured life is spared of vision
	And it' s painful when it' s worn
	The cloak of shame spares no protection
	His world is made of steel
	In his hands he bent the fire
	To mold a thing so real
	A burning world born of desire
	His hope was not enough
	To fill an empty cup
	He simply let it drain into the nowhere
	There is no reckoning
	There is no bargaining
	In symbol rain will fall as he lays weeping
	We stand below rinsed by the tears
	Unlike rain they bring no healing
	Rust corrodes the souls
	Of children wrought to match his image
	Abandoned with all of his cares
	No choice but to wait for the kindness of time
	To erase us one and all
	To flow like a river with no beginning
	Head in hands and weary eyes
	The failures scratch and carve the lines
	Into the face of one
	The lines into the face of none
	He sees the world
	He sees his dreams
	And nothing' s ever as it seems
	The promise was so real
	Now all that' s left is crumbled steel
	No prayers are said in his name
	Nobody knew that he ever existed
	Alone he accepts all the blame
	Plaintively wonders how dreams become twisted
	And he waits for another to come
	Another, a chance to revive from the nothing
	The fabric to weave once again
	To forge from the fire his vision of man