歌曲 | Pieces |
歌手 | Machinae Supremacy |
专辑 | Rise Of A Digital Nation |
What you’re feeling, it’s nothing new | |
And it’s always something, | |
so what is wrong with you? | |
We find ourselves here, stuck inside | |
a never ending nightmare, | |
just trying to survive | |
All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
covering the walls of empty rooms | |
Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
by others’ influence on you | |
We can not go back but we’ll go through, | |
walk a mile in someone else’s shoes | |
The sum of all the pieces’ll have to do, | |
till we create the world anew | |
Fortunes are few and far between | |
Yet so many still believe that | |
one day that could be me | |
Misled by all these transplanted dreams | |
by free market values | |
and a just-world fallacy | |
Faithfully I wish to be the one to save this world from evil | |
but I’m only me and we need everyone for this | |
Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
covering the walls of empty rooms | |
Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
by others’ influence on you | |
We can not go back but we’ll go through, | |
walk a mile in someone else’s shoes | |
The sum of all the pieces’ll have to do, | |
till we create the world anew | |
This is what they always do, | |
and all it takes to quiet you | |
is promise of a better view when you have paid your dues | |
All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
covering the walls of empty rooms | |
Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
by others’ influence on you | |
We can not go back but we’ll go through, | |
walk a mile in someone else’s shoes | |
The sum of all the pieces’ll have to do, | |
till we create the world anew | |
Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
covering the walls of empty rooms | |
Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
by others’ influence on you | |
We can not go back but we’ll go through, | |
walk a mile in someone else’s shoes | |
The sum of all the pieces’ll have to do, | |
till we create the world anew |
What you' re feeling, it' s nothing new | |
And it' s always something, | |
so what is wrong with you? | |
We find ourselves here, stuck inside | |
a never ending nightmare, | |
just trying to survive | |
All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
covering the walls of empty rooms | |
Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
by others' influence on you | |
We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
till we create the world anew | |
Fortunes are few and far between | |
Yet so many still believe that | |
one day that could be me | |
Misled by all these transplanted dreams | |
by free market values | |
and a justworld fallacy | |
Faithfully I wish to be the one to save this world from evil | |
but I' m only me and we need everyone for this | |
Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
covering the walls of empty rooms | |
Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
by others' influence on you | |
We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
till we create the world anew | |
This is what they always do, | |
and all it takes to quiet you | |
is promise of a better view when you have paid your dues | |
All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
covering the walls of empty rooms | |
Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
by others' influence on you | |
We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
till we create the world anew | |
Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
covering the walls of empty rooms | |
Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
by others' influence on you | |
We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
till we create the world anew |