歌曲 | The Flood |
歌手 | The Haunted |
专辑 | The Dead Eye |
Will you ever look past your self-sufficient illusions? | |
The structure's true foundations rest within you | |
The price we pay for sheer indifference | |
Surrendered self-discount spare parts | |
You give up your rights for your limitations | |
And abandon all hope | |
One step further down the line | |
As the flood begins to rise | |
You're on your knees, faking ambition | |
Now close your eyes and bleed | |
I know there are things from the past | |
That should never be brought back | |
The ghosts of stale ideals and burning bridges | |
In simplified, inane depictions of a different world | |
A lie to serve the fold and the forces in them | |
As you give up your rights for your limitations | |
And lay down your arms | |
One step further down the line | |
As the flood begins to rise | |
You're on your knees, faking ambitions | |
Now close your eyes.... | |
In the darkest corner of my mind, | |
I see a boy with a crooked smile | |
With a crown made of tinsel and glass beads | |
On a wire | |
Singing a song out of time | |
Now, if you believe, I'll bleed for you... | |
And if I bleed, so could you | |
Close your eyes and pretend it’ll go away | |
But you know that you’ve got nothing to lose |
Will you ever look past your selfsufficient illusions? | |
The structure' s true foundations rest within you | |
The price we pay for sheer indifference | |
Surrendered selfdiscount spare parts | |
You give up your rights for your limitations | |
And abandon all hope | |
One step further down the line | |
As the flood begins to rise | |
You' re on your knees, faking ambition | |
Now close your eyes and bleed | |
I know there are things from the past | |
That should never be brought back | |
The ghosts of stale ideals and burning bridges | |
In simplified, inane depictions of a different world | |
A lie to serve the fold and the forces in them | |
As you give up your rights for your limitations | |
And lay down your arms | |
One step further down the line | |
As the flood begins to rise | |
You' re on your knees, faking ambitions | |
Now close your eyes.... | |
In the darkest corner of my mind, | |
I see a boy with a crooked smile | |
With a crown made of tinsel and glass beads | |
On a wire | |
Singing a song out of time | |
Now, if you believe, I' ll bleed for you... | |
And if I bleed, so could you | |
Close your eyes and pretend it' ll go away | |
But you know that you' ve got nothing to lose |