作曲 : Anderson, Calvert, Camacho ... | |
In your face written in, carved in stone | |
Here comes that feeling once again | |
Pop the lid, down we go | |
Falling fast though the undertow | |
Missing link crossing path | |
Bleeding eyes see your fractured past | |
Point of your vision clear | |
You'll never... | |
Cut to the point leaving nothing to hide | |
Nothing to hide | |
Out of breath, out of time | |
You're out of time | |
You opened it up just to see what's inside | |
What's inside? | |
Seek your truth limb to limb | |
You'll wish you never asked again | |
Piled up in your mind asked again | |
Piled up in your mind you'll never... | |
Level the wall that you've built up inside | |
Pushed to far this time | |
Should have never opened it | |
Just couldn't let it sit | |
Should of never questioned it | |
Should of never opened that can of worms | |
When you popped the lid they crawl across the floor | |
Watch em writhing everywhere | |
They're everywhere | |
When you popped the lid did they fall across the floor | |
Watch em crawling everywhere | |
Pop the lid and down we go | |
It's everywhere, they're everywhere pop the lid so now you know | |
They're everywhere, it's everywhere | |
They're everywhere |
zuo qu : Anderson, Calvert, Camacho ... | |
In your face written in, carved in stone | |
Here comes that feeling once again | |
Pop the lid, down we go | |
Falling fast though the undertow | |
Missing link crossing path | |
Bleeding eyes see your fractured past | |
Point of your vision clear | |
You' ll never... | |
Cut to the point leaving nothing to hide | |
Nothing to hide | |
Out of breath, out of time | |
You' re out of time | |
You opened it up just to see what' s inside | |
What' s inside? | |
Seek your truth limb to limb | |
You' ll wish you never asked again | |
Piled up in your mind asked again | |
Piled up in your mind you' ll never... | |
Level the wall that you' ve built up inside | |
Pushed to far this time | |
Should have never opened it | |
Just couldn' t let it sit | |
Should of never questioned it | |
Should of never opened that can of worms | |
When you popped the lid they crawl across the floor | |
Watch em writhing everywhere | |
They' re everywhere | |
When you popped the lid did they fall across the floor | |
Watch em crawling everywhere | |
Pop the lid and down we go | |
It' s everywhere, they' re everywhere pop the lid so now you know | |
They' re everywhere, it' s everywhere | |
They' re everywhere |
zuò qǔ : Anderson, Calvert, Camacho ... | |
In your face written in, carved in stone | |
Here comes that feeling once again | |
Pop the lid, down we go | |
Falling fast though the undertow | |
Missing link crossing path | |
Bleeding eyes see your fractured past | |
Point of your vision clear | |
You' ll never... | |
Cut to the point leaving nothing to hide | |
Nothing to hide | |
Out of breath, out of time | |
You' re out of time | |
You opened it up just to see what' s inside | |
What' s inside? | |
Seek your truth limb to limb | |
You' ll wish you never asked again | |
Piled up in your mind asked again | |
Piled up in your mind you' ll never... | |
Level the wall that you' ve built up inside | |
Pushed to far this time | |
Should have never opened it | |
Just couldn' t let it sit | |
Should of never questioned it | |
Should of never opened that can of worms | |
When you popped the lid they crawl across the floor | |
Watch em writhing everywhere | |
They' re everywhere | |
When you popped the lid did they fall across the floor | |
Watch em crawling everywhere | |
Pop the lid and down we go | |
It' s everywhere, they' re everywhere pop the lid so now you know | |
They' re everywhere, it' s everywhere | |
They' re everywhere |