歌曲 | Depths You've Fallen |
歌手 | Cryptopsy |
专辑 | Whisper Supremacy |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cryptopsy, DiSalvo, DiSalvo | |
Out of focus | |
Need to get a grip | |
So you don't slip | |
Into the realm | |
Of lifelessness | |
As you crawl through | |
The debris of the past | |
Feebly arise to one knee | |
Inhaling the treachery | |
Bearing witness to the actions you've chosen | |
Closed mouth, unspoken | |
The fallen one | |
Sometimes you hate yourself | |
And everyone else | |
Go ahead and hate yourself | |
For not awakening your dreams | |
And nightmares | |
Screams to an immortal one | |
Supposed only son | |
Never sees the tears in your eyes | |
Never hears the ungodly cries | |
Behind the mask that you've worn | |
Bitter and scorned | |
Hourglass and mournful stillness | |
A tribute to sorrows passing | |
As time drips in endless | |
Melancholy and gruesome recollections | |
Through depths you've fallen | |
Unsurmountable odds of ascension | |
Succumbed by fathoms | |
Washed adrift, suspended in grief | |
Never to lift your filthy spirit | |
Soul cleanse, blank the imagery | |
It must be nice to have | |
The burden of thought | |
Whisked away | |
And let astray |
zuo ci : Cryptopsy, DiSalvo, DiSalvo | |
Out of focus | |
Need to get a grip | |
So you don' t slip | |
Into the realm | |
Of lifelessness | |
As you crawl through | |
The debris of the past | |
Feebly arise to one knee | |
Inhaling the treachery | |
Bearing witness to the actions you' ve chosen | |
Closed mouth, unspoken | |
The fallen one | |
Sometimes you hate yourself | |
And everyone else | |
Go ahead and hate yourself | |
For not awakening your dreams | |
And nightmares | |
Screams to an immortal one | |
Supposed only son | |
Never sees the tears in your eyes | |
Never hears the ungodly cries | |
Behind the mask that you' ve worn | |
Bitter and scorned | |
Hourglass and mournful stillness | |
A tribute to sorrows passing | |
As time drips in endless | |
Melancholy and gruesome recollections | |
Through depths you' ve fallen | |
Unsurmountable odds of ascension | |
Succumbed by fathoms | |
Washed adrift, suspended in grief | |
Never to lift your filthy spirit | |
Soul cleanse, blank the imagery | |
It must be nice to have | |
The burden of thought | |
Whisked away | |
And let astray |
zuò cí : Cryptopsy, DiSalvo, DiSalvo | |
Out of focus | |
Need to get a grip | |
So you don' t slip | |
Into the realm | |
Of lifelessness | |
As you crawl through | |
The debris of the past | |
Feebly arise to one knee | |
Inhaling the treachery | |
Bearing witness to the actions you' ve chosen | |
Closed mouth, unspoken | |
The fallen one | |
Sometimes you hate yourself | |
And everyone else | |
Go ahead and hate yourself | |
For not awakening your dreams | |
And nightmares | |
Screams to an immortal one | |
Supposed only son | |
Never sees the tears in your eyes | |
Never hears the ungodly cries | |
Behind the mask that you' ve worn | |
Bitter and scorned | |
Hourglass and mournful stillness | |
A tribute to sorrows passing | |
As time drips in endless | |
Melancholy and gruesome recollections | |
Through depths you' ve fallen | |
Unsurmountable odds of ascension | |
Succumbed by fathoms | |
Washed adrift, suspended in grief | |
Never to lift your filthy spirit | |
Soul cleanse, blank the imagery | |
It must be nice to have | |
The burden of thought | |
Whisked away | |
And let astray |