歌曲 | Days Of Last |
歌手 | Fucked Up |
专辑 | The Chemistry Of Common Life |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : 10, Fucked Up, Pink Eyes | |
The Essees still wait for the returned | |
Elijah,Pious devotion shackles them to their faith like a slave, | |
The Greek gods watch down from the heights of | |
Mount Zion, | |
Joking that the worship of the literal doesn't fade with time. | |
Let me re-introduce myself, | |
I am the son of man born, died, deified. | |
All this dogma is bound, | |
No effort to separate the myth from the facts, | |
Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last. | |
Was it always this simple and obvious? | |
We were only held back by faith-based malaise, | |
The hubris of the fallacy that only | |
God can judge me. | |
Was it only arrogance are were we simply that naive, | |
Oh so convinced that we are manipulated by a divine hand, | |
Oh so convinced that this is part of a divine plan? | |
Anyone can touch us, | |
Everyone will judge us, | |
And the God above us, | |
He doesn't really love us. | |
You should know, | |
You've spent your whole life figuring it out, | |
So you should know. |
zuo qu : 10, Fucked Up, Pink Eyes | |
The Essees still wait for the returned | |
Elijah, Pious devotion shackles them to their faith like a slave, | |
The Greek gods watch down from the heights of | |
Mount Zion, | |
Joking that the worship of the literal doesn' t fade with time. | |
Let me reintroduce myself, | |
I am the son of man born, died, deified. | |
All this dogma is bound, | |
No effort to separate the myth from the facts, | |
Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last. | |
Was it always this simple and obvious? | |
We were only held back by faithbased malaise, | |
The hubris of the fallacy that only | |
God can judge me. | |
Was it only arrogance are were we simply that naive, | |
Oh so convinced that we are manipulated by a divine hand, | |
Oh so convinced that this is part of a divine plan? | |
Anyone can touch us, | |
Everyone will judge us, | |
And the God above us, | |
He doesn' t really love us. | |
You should know, | |
You' ve spent your whole life figuring it out, | |
So you should know. |
zuò qǔ : 10, Fucked Up, Pink Eyes | |
The Essees still wait for the returned | |
Elijah, Pious devotion shackles them to their faith like a slave, | |
The Greek gods watch down from the heights of | |
Mount Zion, | |
Joking that the worship of the literal doesn' t fade with time. | |
Let me reintroduce myself, | |
I am the son of man born, died, deified. | |
All this dogma is bound, | |
No effort to separate the myth from the facts, | |
Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last. | |
Was it always this simple and obvious? | |
We were only held back by faithbased malaise, | |
The hubris of the fallacy that only | |
God can judge me. | |
Was it only arrogance are were we simply that naive, | |
Oh so convinced that we are manipulated by a divine hand, | |
Oh so convinced that this is part of a divine plan? | |
Anyone can touch us, | |
Everyone will judge us, | |
And the God above us, | |
He doesn' t really love us. | |
You should know, | |
You' ve spent your whole life figuring it out, | |
So you should know. |