歌曲 | Senses Tied |
歌手 | Dark Tranquillity |
专辑 | Character |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Henriksson, Stanne | |
Riddled by the trappings | |
Of words that makes the edges blur | |
Here on the outskirts | |
Of sincerity and pride | |
Stretched as far as words can reach | |
By the lure of higher meaning | |
There's something out there | |
Lost behind the power lines | |
It's all the same to me | |
It's all the same to me | |
Lost all faith in promises | |
And deadlines closing in | |
Tired of deciphering the wayward | |
Stands of truth | |
I don't care ' | |
Cause I can't feel | |
I don't know | |
Anymore Sure we've had a good run | |
With vowels, nouns and letters | |
But within its very nature | |
The ability to distort | |
There's nothing in the words | |
I hear That makes me want to take a stand | |
It has gone on for far too long | |
I chose to disengage | |
It's all the same to me | |
It's all the same to me | |
The ends of our conditioning | |
To swallow, take and like it | |
Rather keep me in the dark | |
Than look me in the eye | |
I don't care ' | |
Cause I can't feel | |
I don't know | |
Anymore It's all these same things pulling us down | |
To senses gone | |
I cheer It's all these same things making us blind | |
There's nothing here for me | |
Hear it coming | |
Heading for you now | |
I can't even stand the tone of arrogance | |
And denial on display | |
Here you are listless | |
Left for deaf | |
Thinking about what standards we set | |
In times of weary tongues | |
And ears that hear no end to it | |
Unwilling or unable | |
The difference left for times | |
Judgement | |
It's all the same to me | |
It's all the same to me | |
It passes on from wicked mouths | |
As victim takes on another role | |
New bold oppressor | |
Our teacher's product | |
Now stands tall | |
I don't care ' | |
Cause I can't feel | |
I don't know | |
Anymore It's all these same things pulling us down | |
To senses gone | |
I cheer It's all these same things making us blind | |
There's nothing here for me | |
Hear it coming | |
Heading for you now | |
Hear |
zuo ci : Henriksson, Stanne | |
Riddled by the trappings | |
Of words that makes the edges blur | |
Here on the outskirts | |
Of sincerity and pride | |
Stretched as far as words can reach | |
By the lure of higher meaning | |
There' s something out there | |
Lost behind the power lines | |
It' s all the same to me | |
It' s all the same to me | |
Lost all faith in promises | |
And deadlines closing in | |
Tired of deciphering the wayward | |
Stands of truth | |
I don' t care ' | |
Cause I can' t feel | |
I don' t know | |
Anymore Sure we' ve had a good run | |
With vowels, nouns and letters | |
But within its very nature | |
The ability to distort | |
There' s nothing in the words | |
I hear That makes me want to take a stand | |
It has gone on for far too long | |
I chose to disengage | |
It' s all the same to me | |
It' s all the same to me | |
The ends of our conditioning | |
To swallow, take and like it | |
Rather keep me in the dark | |
Than look me in the eye | |
I don' t care ' | |
Cause I can' t feel | |
I don' t know | |
Anymore It' s all these same things pulling us down | |
To senses gone | |
I cheer It' s all these same things making us blind | |
There' s nothing here for me | |
Hear it coming | |
Heading for you now | |
I can' t even stand the tone of arrogance | |
And denial on display | |
Here you are listless | |
Left for deaf | |
Thinking about what standards we set | |
In times of weary tongues | |
And ears that hear no end to it | |
Unwilling or unable | |
The difference left for times | |
Judgement | |
It' s all the same to me | |
It' s all the same to me | |
It passes on from wicked mouths | |
As victim takes on another role | |
New bold oppressor | |
Our teacher' s product | |
Now stands tall | |
I don' t care ' | |
Cause I can' t feel | |
I don' t know | |
Anymore It' s all these same things pulling us down | |
To senses gone | |
I cheer It' s all these same things making us blind | |
There' s nothing here for me | |
Hear it coming | |
Heading for you now | |
Hear |
zuò cí : Henriksson, Stanne | |
Riddled by the trappings | |
Of words that makes the edges blur | |
Here on the outskirts | |
Of sincerity and pride | |
Stretched as far as words can reach | |
By the lure of higher meaning | |
There' s something out there | |
Lost behind the power lines | |
It' s all the same to me | |
It' s all the same to me | |
Lost all faith in promises | |
And deadlines closing in | |
Tired of deciphering the wayward | |
Stands of truth | |
I don' t care ' | |
Cause I can' t feel | |
I don' t know | |
Anymore Sure we' ve had a good run | |
With vowels, nouns and letters | |
But within its very nature | |
The ability to distort | |
There' s nothing in the words | |
I hear That makes me want to take a stand | |
It has gone on for far too long | |
I chose to disengage | |
It' s all the same to me | |
It' s all the same to me | |
The ends of our conditioning | |
To swallow, take and like it | |
Rather keep me in the dark | |
Than look me in the eye | |
I don' t care ' | |
Cause I can' t feel | |
I don' t know | |
Anymore It' s all these same things pulling us down | |
To senses gone | |
I cheer It' s all these same things making us blind | |
There' s nothing here for me | |
Hear it coming | |
Heading for you now | |
I can' t even stand the tone of arrogance | |
And denial on display | |
Here you are listless | |
Left for deaf | |
Thinking about what standards we set | |
In times of weary tongues | |
And ears that hear no end to it | |
Unwilling or unable | |
The difference left for times | |
Judgement | |
It' s all the same to me | |
It' s all the same to me | |
It passes on from wicked mouths | |
As victim takes on another role | |
New bold oppressor | |
Our teacher' s product | |
Now stands tall | |
I don' t care ' | |
Cause I can' t feel | |
I don' t know | |
Anymore It' s all these same things pulling us down | |
To senses gone | |
I cheer It' s all these same things making us blind | |
There' s nothing here for me | |
Hear it coming | |
Heading for you now | |
Hear |