歌曲 | Too Much, Too Little |
歌手 | Cryptic Slaughter |
专辑 | Money Talks |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Crooks, Nicholson | |
You're advancements in technology | |
Aren't all they're cracked up to be | |
Life becomes more complicated | |
Human knowledge becomes outdated | |
Is that what you meant to do? | |
Use the world as your tool | |
No room for my own beliefs | |
This nightmare becomes reality | |
Too much technology | |
Too little control | |
Machines replace people | |
Wires replace their souls | |
World with little to lose | |
And even less to gain | |
Time stands still | |
As the worms eat into my brain | |
The worms eat into my brain | |
I won't be made machine | |
I'd rather stay myself, human being | |
Another number in the book of life | |
Another robot seeing through your eyes | |
Time slips by as my mind decays | |
It seems to get worse every fucking day | |
You see a country on the rise | |
What I see is a country's deciline | |
I've begun to see new light | |
My future dreams are in my sight | |
You can't take my strong resistance | |
I see beyond your shallow existence | |
With time you'll control it all | |
The world awaits on your call | |
You'll have the power that you need | |
For your mechanic society |
zuo ci : Crooks, Nicholson | |
You' re advancements in technology | |
Aren' t all they' re cracked up to be | |
Life becomes more complicated | |
Human knowledge becomes outdated | |
Is that what you meant to do? | |
Use the world as your tool | |
No room for my own beliefs | |
This nightmare becomes reality | |
Too much technology | |
Too little control | |
Machines replace people | |
Wires replace their souls | |
World with little to lose | |
And even less to gain | |
Time stands still | |
As the worms eat into my brain | |
The worms eat into my brain | |
I won' t be made machine | |
I' d rather stay myself, human being | |
Another number in the book of life | |
Another robot seeing through your eyes | |
Time slips by as my mind decays | |
It seems to get worse every fucking day | |
You see a country on the rise | |
What I see is a country' s deciline | |
I' ve begun to see new light | |
My future dreams are in my sight | |
You can' t take my strong resistance | |
I see beyond your shallow existence | |
With time you' ll control it all | |
The world awaits on your call | |
You' ll have the power that you need | |
For your mechanic society |
zuò cí : Crooks, Nicholson | |
You' re advancements in technology | |
Aren' t all they' re cracked up to be | |
Life becomes more complicated | |
Human knowledge becomes outdated | |
Is that what you meant to do? | |
Use the world as your tool | |
No room for my own beliefs | |
This nightmare becomes reality | |
Too much technology | |
Too little control | |
Machines replace people | |
Wires replace their souls | |
World with little to lose | |
And even less to gain | |
Time stands still | |
As the worms eat into my brain | |
The worms eat into my brain | |
I won' t be made machine | |
I' d rather stay myself, human being | |
Another number in the book of life | |
Another robot seeing through your eyes | |
Time slips by as my mind decays | |
It seems to get worse every fucking day | |
You see a country on the rise | |
What I see is a country' s deciline | |
I' ve begun to see new light | |
My future dreams are in my sight | |
You can' t take my strong resistance | |
I see beyond your shallow existence | |
With time you' ll control it all | |
The world awaits on your call | |
You' ll have the power that you need | |
For your mechanic society |