歌曲 | Monition |
歌手 | Unearth |
专辑 | Stings of Conscience |
作曲 : Unearth | |
As our standards fall. | |
Belief and faith dies. | |
It's made it's mark. | |
Now we wander into our final our. | |
Wars. Faith. | |
Failing methods fill the days. | |
Undermine life. | |
Baneful steps that conjure hate. | |
Claiming our lives. | |
Balance fades with every day. | |
A growing cloud. | |
Simple lessons show the way. | |
Fall into void. | |
We stopped listening. | |
Followed our nature. | |
Bound by hatred our lives grow torn. | |
Finding new ways to betray. | |
Claiming the weak. | |
Boundaries crossed with no remorse. | |
Killing ourselves. | |
Forcing dogma overthrown. | |
A new standard waits. | |
Credence in all but one. | |
Our own kind. | |
Are you listening? | |
Now can you feel me? | |
Now are you listening? | |
Now can you feel me? | |
Take one look at our battered existence. | |
This persists in unity as every culture burns and segregates. | |
Wars! | |
Shattered our lives grow torn. | |
Who will save you? | |
Our demise. | |
Stand up it's time to face your day. | |
Regret is such a bitter taste. | |
Such a bitter taste. | |
Regret. | |
Such a bitter taste. |
zuò qǔ : Unearth | |
As our standards fall. | |
Belief and faith dies. | |
It' s made it' s mark. | |
Now we wander into our final our. | |
Wars. Faith. | |
Failing methods fill the days. | |
Undermine life. | |
Baneful steps that conjure hate. | |
Claiming our lives. | |
Balance fades with every day. | |
A growing cloud. | |
Simple lessons show the way. | |
Fall into void. | |
We stopped listening. | |
Followed our nature. | |
Bound by hatred our lives grow torn. | |
Finding new ways to betray. | |
Claiming the weak. | |
Boundaries crossed with no remorse. | |
Killing ourselves. | |
Forcing dogma overthrown. | |
A new standard waits. | |
Credence in all but one. | |
Our own kind. | |
Are you listening? | |
Now can you feel me? | |
Now are you listening? | |
Now can you feel me? | |
Take one look at our battered existence. | |
This persists in unity as every culture burns and segregates. | |
Wars! | |
Shattered our lives grow torn. | |
Who will save you? | |
Our demise. | |
Stand up it' s time to face your day. | |
Regret is such a bitter taste. | |
Such a bitter taste. | |
Regret. | |
Such a bitter taste. |