作曲 : Bonifassi, Goncalves, Wilcox | |
At the right time and place | |
You dive deep inside what i have | |
"Your pain is the breaking of a shell | |
That encloses your understanding" | |
I"m scared of what i see | |
I'm scared of what i'll be | |
Am i able to win this battle between my disease and me? | |
So i'm fighting like i'm not, i'm losing, losing like i am now | |
Writing, writing not to die, dying blackout | |
There's no reason other than pure malice | |
To be spread such disgusting lies | |
And i need a potion for the doctor within me | |
There's something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
There's something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
And i fight and i fight | |
Outside of time and space | |
It's eating me alive all i have | |
His pain is the breaking of a shell that encloses my understanding | |
I'm aching to be free | |
But i'm scared of who i'll be | |
Am i able to survive this struggle between who i am | |
And what i need? | |
So i'm eathing like i'm starving, starving like i am now | |
So i'm fighting, fighting not to die, dying blackout | |
Theress no seizure, there's justice, pure endless | |
Television to spread the silence | |
And i need a potion for the doctor within me | |
There's something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
There's something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
And i fight and i fight | |
I take one look at your face | |
It's enough to know all we have | |
Is pain is the breaking of a hell that encloses our understanding | |
Maybe we were meant to be | |
But i'm scared of misery | |
Am i able to survive this battle between you and me? | |
Then i'll be living like i'm loving and loving | |
Like i am now | |
Stiving, striving not to die, loving blackout | |
There's no pleasure without justice pure honest | |
Revelation to spread the purpose that decides | |
Who disappears and who survives, who lives and dies |
zuo qu : Bonifassi, Goncalves, Wilcox | |
At the right time and place | |
You dive deep inside what i have | |
" Your pain is the breaking of a shell | |
That encloses your understanding" | |
I" m scared of what i see | |
I' m scared of what i' ll be | |
Am i able to win this battle between my disease and me? | |
So i' m fighting like i' m not, i' m losing, losing like i am now | |
Writing, writing not to die, dying blackout | |
There' s no reason other than pure malice | |
To be spread such disgusting lies | |
And i need a potion for the doctor within me | |
There' s something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
There' s something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
And i fight and i fight | |
Outside of time and space | |
It' s eating me alive all i have | |
His pain is the breaking of a shell that encloses my understanding | |
I' m aching to be free | |
But i' m scared of who i' ll be | |
Am i able to survive this struggle between who i am | |
And what i need? | |
So i' m eathing like i' m starving, starving like i am now | |
So i' m fighting, fighting not to die, dying blackout | |
Theress no seizure, there' s justice, pure endless | |
Television to spread the silence | |
And i need a potion for the doctor within me | |
There' s something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
There' s something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
And i fight and i fight | |
I take one look at your face | |
It' s enough to know all we have | |
Is pain is the breaking of a hell that encloses our understanding | |
Maybe we were meant to be | |
But i' m scared of misery | |
Am i able to survive this battle between you and me? | |
Then i' ll be living like i' m loving and loving | |
Like i am now | |
Stiving, striving not to die, loving blackout | |
There' s no pleasure without justice pure honest | |
Revelation to spread the purpose that decides | |
Who disappears and who survives, who lives and dies |
zuò qǔ : Bonifassi, Goncalves, Wilcox | |
At the right time and place | |
You dive deep inside what i have | |
" Your pain is the breaking of a shell | |
That encloses your understanding" | |
I" m scared of what i see | |
I' m scared of what i' ll be | |
Am i able to win this battle between my disease and me? | |
So i' m fighting like i' m not, i' m losing, losing like i am now | |
Writing, writing not to die, dying blackout | |
There' s no reason other than pure malice | |
To be spread such disgusting lies | |
And i need a potion for the doctor within me | |
There' s something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
There' s something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
And i fight and i fight | |
Outside of time and space | |
It' s eating me alive all i have | |
His pain is the breaking of a shell that encloses my understanding | |
I' m aching to be free | |
But i' m scared of who i' ll be | |
Am i able to survive this struggle between who i am | |
And what i need? | |
So i' m eathing like i' m starving, starving like i am now | |
So i' m fighting, fighting not to die, dying blackout | |
Theress no seizure, there' s justice, pure endless | |
Television to spread the silence | |
And i need a potion for the doctor within me | |
There' s something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
There' s something inside eating my lymphocyte | |
Bleeding my microcyte but i fight | |
And i fight and i fight | |
I take one look at your face | |
It' s enough to know all we have | |
Is pain is the breaking of a hell that encloses our understanding | |
Maybe we were meant to be | |
But i' m scared of misery | |
Am i able to survive this battle between you and me? | |
Then i' ll be living like i' m loving and loving | |
Like i am now | |
Stiving, striving not to die, loving blackout | |
There' s no pleasure without justice pure honest | |
Revelation to spread the purpose that decides | |
Who disappears and who survives, who lives and dies |