歌曲 | Electric I'd Hypocrisy |
歌手 | Mnemic |
专辑 | Passenger |
作曲 : Eftemie, Rasmussen, Stigart | |
Where's the liberation we've all dreamt of | |
It has abandoned the world and left us alone | |
Falling into oblivion | |
Never quite reaching bottom | |
No point of collision | |
Only cold striving the perception | |
We're without eyes | |
We're without ears | |
Lets all gather there | |
In this hypocrisy | |
Our lives | |
Come on, let's waste it away | |
Our lives, | |
Come on, let's waste it away | |
Each man, the image of each other | |
Back into a physical reality exploding | |
Into multiple identities | |
We're without eyes | |
We're without ears | |
Let's all gather there | |
In this hypocrisy | |
Our lives | |
Come on, let's waste it away | |
Our lives, | |
Come on, let's waste it away | |
A mass stench from this bile | |
Travelling like a dry ocean | |
Without eyes, without ears | |
Let's all gather here | |
In this electrid-eyed hypocrisy | |
For everyone orbiting | |
Tonight straight to the head | |
Death is where the heart is | |
Born without a face | |
Like a sense of motion with potential | |
Of causing darkness | |
We're without eyes | |
We're without ears | |
Let's all gather here | |
In this hypocrisy | |
In this electric eyed hypocrisy |
zuò qǔ : Eftemie, Rasmussen, Stigart | |
Where' s the liberation we' ve all dreamt of | |
It has abandoned the world and left us alone | |
Falling into oblivion | |
Never quite reaching bottom | |
No point of collision | |
Only cold striving the perception | |
We' re without eyes | |
We' re without ears | |
Lets all gather there | |
In this hypocrisy | |
Our lives | |
Come on, let' s waste it away | |
Our lives, | |
Come on, let' s waste it away | |
Each man, the image of each other | |
Back into a physical reality exploding | |
Into multiple identities | |
We' re without eyes | |
We' re without ears | |
Let' s all gather there | |
In this hypocrisy | |
Our lives | |
Come on, let' s waste it away | |
Our lives, | |
Come on, let' s waste it away | |
A mass stench from this bile | |
Travelling like a dry ocean | |
Without eyes, without ears | |
Let' s all gather here | |
In this electrideyed hypocrisy | |
For everyone orbiting | |
Tonight straight to the head | |
Death is where the heart is | |
Born without a face | |
Like a sense of motion with potential | |
Of causing darkness | |
We' re without eyes | |
We' re without ears | |
Let' s all gather here | |
In this hypocrisy | |
In this electric eyed hypocrisy |