歌曲 | Vitamin |
歌手 | Incubus |
专辑 | S.C.I.E.N.C.E. |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I'm born | |
I'm alive | |
I breathe | |
In a moment or two I realize, | |
That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
Is asleep upon its feet | |
Should I go back to sleep? | |
I'm born | |
I'm alive | |
I breathe | |
In a moment or two I realize, | |
That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
Is asleep upon its feet | |
Should I go back to sleep? | |
You stare at me like I’m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you need me | |
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily | |
We orbit the sun | |
I grow up | |
My open eyes see..... | |
A zombified, somnambulist society | |
Leaving us as vitamins, | |
For the hibernating human animal | |
Do you, do you, do you see what I mean? | |
You stare at me like I’m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you want me | |
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily | |
And I wonder, will you digest me? | |
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in, | |
In fact I'd rather die before I will comply | |
To you, my friend | |
I write the reason I still live | |
'Cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give | |
Coming closer to another 2000 years | |
You and I will pry | |
The closed eye of the sleep machine | |
You stare at me like I’m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you want me | |
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily |
I' m born | |
I' m alive | |
I breathe | |
In a moment or two I realize, | |
That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
Is asleep upon its feet | |
Should I go back to sleep? | |
I' m born | |
I' m alive | |
I breathe | |
In a moment or two I realize, | |
That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
Is asleep upon its feet | |
Should I go back to sleep? | |
You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you need me | |
I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily | |
We orbit the sun | |
I grow up | |
My open eyes see..... | |
A zombified, somnambulist society | |
Leaving us as vitamins, | |
For the hibernating human animal | |
Do you, do you, do you see what I mean? | |
You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you want me | |
I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily | |
And I wonder, will you digest me? | |
Into the sleep machine I won' t plug in, | |
In fact I' d rather die before I will comply | |
To you, my friend | |
I write the reason I still live | |
' Cause in my mind it' s set the vitamin is ripe to give | |
Coming closer to another 2000 years | |
You and I will pry | |
The closed eye of the sleep machine | |
You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you want me | |
I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily |
I' m born | |
I' m alive | |
I breathe | |
In a moment or two I realize, | |
That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
Is asleep upon its feet | |
Should I go back to sleep? | |
I' m born | |
I' m alive | |
I breathe | |
In a moment or two I realize, | |
That this sphere upon which I reside, | |
Is asleep upon its feet | |
Should I go back to sleep? | |
You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you need me | |
I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily | |
We orbit the sun | |
I grow up | |
My open eyes see..... | |
A zombified, somnambulist society | |
Leaving us as vitamins, | |
For the hibernating human animal | |
Do you, do you, do you see what I mean? | |
You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you want me | |
I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily | |
And I wonder, will you digest me? | |
Into the sleep machine I won' t plug in, | |
In fact I' d rather die before I will comply | |
To you, my friend | |
I write the reason I still live | |
' Cause in my mind it' s set the vitamin is ripe to give | |
Coming closer to another 2000 years | |
You and I will pry | |
The closed eye of the sleep machine | |
You stare at me like I' m a vitamin | |
On the surface you hate, | |
But you know you want me | |
I' ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit | |
Whatever helps you swallow the truth, | |
All the more easily |