歌曲 | Shatter The Wisdom |
歌手 | Neuraxis |
专辑 | Live Progression |
作曲 : McKinnon, Milley, Neuraxis | |
A terrible racket makes me suffer, like a fanfare | |
Marching throughout my head, booming so loud my soul has become deaf... | |
Nevertheless, reality stands firm, but a very strange conceptual world | |
Occurs inside this mad, distorted ode | |
Behind my eyes, comes the ludicrous crowd, full of movie makers' imagery | |
So forth i am, so forth i dream | |
Frenzied and rushed unceasingly | |
Drawn by the wizard's patterns | |
My mind is no longer my own | |
Above those hard-packed illusions, bright with pictures, that shall kill the wise's vigour | |
Is spoiled a great generation | |
Mankind has lost its mind, and therewith the arable ground, the vast field, the great | |
Which the scholars own | |
Cursed species - humans | |
Can you imagine? | |
What shall save you, once the intelligence | |
Will become speechless? | |
Locked into silence? | |
When you will remain a fabric's device | |
Old majesty, deprived from her kingdom, her memory will never carry on | |
There goes the orb of a system | |
Ones, adorn with a sad eden, and others tried to make it perfect |
zuò qǔ : McKinnon, Milley, Neuraxis | |
A terrible racket makes me suffer, like a fanfare | |
Marching throughout my head, booming so loud my soul has become deaf... | |
Nevertheless, reality stands firm, but a very strange conceptual world | |
Occurs inside this mad, distorted ode | |
Behind my eyes, comes the ludicrous crowd, full of movie makers' imagery | |
So forth i am, so forth i dream | |
Frenzied and rushed unceasingly | |
Drawn by the wizard' s patterns | |
My mind is no longer my own | |
Above those hardpacked illusions, bright with pictures, that shall kill the wise' s vigour | |
Is spoiled a great generation | |
Mankind has lost its mind, and therewith the arable ground, the vast field, the great | |
Which the scholars own | |
Cursed species humans | |
Can you imagine? | |
What shall save you, once the intelligence | |
Will become speechless? | |
Locked into silence? | |
When you will remain a fabric' s device | |
Old majesty, deprived from her kingdom, her memory will never carry on | |
There goes the orb of a system | |
Ones, adorn with a sad eden, and others tried to make it perfect |