歌曲 | Silence On A Crowded Train |
歌手 | Entrance |
专辑 | Prayer Of Death |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Blakeslee | |
Children of God playing musical chairs | |
Out of confusion and into despair | |
Out of despair and into malaise | |
A dead end game everyone plays | |
Though all are aware | |
Children of heaven just can't understand | |
Step over the body of the suffering man | |
Out of discomfort and into distain | |
Believing in ruins, detatched and ashamed | |
Children of lies in an empty diguise | |
Never quite learned how to open their eyes | |
Looking at nothing they see even less | |
Only illusions can calm their distress | |
A crowded train frozen still in the night | |
Deafening silence considered polite | |
Not a word spoken for a desperate hour | |
Eyes turn away | |
No contact's made | |
Ice cold neon light |
zuo ci : Blakeslee | |
Children of God playing musical chairs | |
Out of confusion and into despair | |
Out of despair and into malaise | |
A dead end game everyone plays | |
Though all are aware | |
Children of heaven just can' t understand | |
Step over the body of the suffering man | |
Out of discomfort and into distain | |
Believing in ruins, detatched and ashamed | |
Children of lies in an empty diguise | |
Never quite learned how to open their eyes | |
Looking at nothing they see even less | |
Only illusions can calm their distress | |
A crowded train frozen still in the night | |
Deafening silence considered polite | |
Not a word spoken for a desperate hour | |
Eyes turn away | |
No contact' s made | |
Ice cold neon light |
zuò cí : Blakeslee | |
Children of God playing musical chairs | |
Out of confusion and into despair | |
Out of despair and into malaise | |
A dead end game everyone plays | |
Though all are aware | |
Children of heaven just can' t understand | |
Step over the body of the suffering man | |
Out of discomfort and into distain | |
Believing in ruins, detatched and ashamed | |
Children of lies in an empty diguise | |
Never quite learned how to open their eyes | |
Looking at nothing they see even less | |
Only illusions can calm their distress | |
A crowded train frozen still in the night | |
Deafening silence considered polite | |
Not a word spoken for a desperate hour | |
Eyes turn away | |
No contact' s made | |
Ice cold neon light |