| 作曲 : Textures | |
| In perfect balance between what was meant and things that are to come. | |
| Fellow member of my kind, cannot control what you don't understand. | |
| Time is tipping the scales of my judgement. | |
| Steel-plated heart, that once was broken down! | |
| I choose to walk away, because I can't bare to see things that fall apart. | |
| We used to share one thought. | |
| We used to have a bond. | |
| Lost in a mountain area. | |
| Hear her calling, but no response. | |
| Even machines come looking for me. | |
| This is a morgue | |
| Silence is obedience. | |
| In here, automated electronic systems keep the pace well, at regulating light and cooling systems. | |
| As for now, inhere. | |
| Lying there naked, wondering if it's true: | |
| Am I larger than the sum of my parts? | |
| Engrave a sign in the earth's crust. | |
| I want to stay longer on this planet. | |
| Things fall apart. | |
| Give me more time for I'll be worth it. | |
| A vast as say as any highlands, there is still air there. | |
| I am breathing, so I could be there now. | |
| Manifest, for me you end in Dogma | |
| Preparation made, silence seeks solution | |
| Can't stand the waiting for my sole, deadly sin | |
| Already stood till, and a while at the location; | |
| Scene of the act, | |
| That what man calls crime | |
| But no crime in a war. | |
| The next day I hear her calling again. | |
| Shall I try to establish contact? | |
| For how long could I survive here on my own? | |
| Am I even destined to be here? | |
| And here is maybe all that exists. | |
| I can hear other machines again. Apparatus. | |
| No-one will ever know, why you walked away, for it is a secret revealing nature that tells this tale. | |
| Any form or shape, a motion or disguise, is bound to be an image, | |
| A template-view made to be seen. | |
| Inside-out this situation does not apply, | |
| There can be one, I will not be scared. | |
| Knowing of the inconsequent complexity, in my appearance, there can't be none. | |
| World without end, life of fear. | |
| Worms and flies coming out of my body. | |
| Horrendous decay of the falsening light, for those who try to understand. | |
| A calamity encounter, god-speed propellore. | |
| Meet my other end, wait for a world war. | |
| Hide for a cancer. | |
| I will stay strong by renewal of visions, refreshed by the water. | |
| My pouring with rain, my echo of eternity. | |
| Symmetry seeking a young man, going with whimper, | |
| Sigh/growth/decay, all simultaneous actions. | |
| Sanity in thought and it's patterns, a pure form of logic mixed with emotions, this pro-life. | |
| Why do I, Earth, exist? | |
| I contain so many forms, would I come out for real. | |
| A quick guide to self-preservation. | |
| Here the body is only a tool. | |
| Dial: R.E.D.E.M.P.T.I.O.N., master of my fate. | |
| I harbour no illusions, but I still stand tall. | |
| Forced navigation into fields of trust. | |
| Master of my fate, where will we meet in time? | |
| Gone now, left without the outcry of a demonstration, preparation made, the silence seeks solution. | |
| Can't stand the caller, waiting for my soul. | |
| In my stomach I feel an infant growing. | |
| The small child inside of me represents life. | |
| Not capable of making any decisions at all. | |
| I wait and wait for her return. | |
| For those who do not know, the difference between polars: | |
| Unconsciousness, my bless entwined. | |
| positively, all negative soul. | |
| One fraction of time now represents one day. | |
| The earth's turn, the moon and planet cycles. | |
| The proximity of a planet left for dead. | |
| Nature will win this war. | |
| Fierce energy-swallowing process, | |
| a peninsula with only one road. | |
| How to visit with a main entrance blocked. | |
| No procedure needed, nor does a formulae exist. | |
| Dark impersonation of enlightenment, due to self-preservation and control, I still stand tall, | |
| peacefully and harsh. | |
| Freedom is a lockdown. | |
| Blinded by the light, it crawls on the floor. | |
| My rhythm upset, seek for a safer harbour. | |
| I know you feel the same, Knowing what it's like. | |
| Up here, high, solitude of stone . | |
| A pile is just for me, and even now, being made, I am nothing. | |
| A total birth of a self-pregnant mother. | |
| Perpetuating behaviour, my outside world, beyond the mirrors. | |
| Can you feel me? | |
| 'Cause this is not my Carbondioxide! | |
| Conditions; boundaries crossed, layers lost, to become one with earth. | |
| My tendency to be submerged with all. | |
| One gigantic and twisted entropy. | |
| This is our final distinction. |
| zuo qu : Textures | |
| In perfect balance between what was meant and things that are to come. | |
| Fellow member of my kind, cannot control what you don' t understand. | |
| Time is tipping the scales of my judgement. | |
| Steelplated heart, that once was broken down! | |
| I choose to walk away, because I can' t bare to see things that fall apart. | |
| We used to share one thought. | |
| We used to have a bond. | |
| Lost in a mountain area. | |
| Hear her calling, but no response. | |
| Even machines come looking for me. | |
| This is a morgue | |
| Silence is obedience. | |
| In here, automated electronic systems keep the pace well, at regulating light and cooling systems. | |
| As for now, inhere. | |
| Lying there naked, wondering if it' s true: | |
| Am I larger than the sum of my parts? | |
| Engrave a sign in the earth' s crust. | |
| I want to stay longer on this planet. | |
| Things fall apart. | |
| Give me more time for I' ll be worth it. | |
| A vast as say as any highlands, there is still air there. | |
| I am breathing, so I could be there now. | |
| Manifest, for me you end in Dogma | |
| Preparation made, silence seeks solution | |
| Can' t stand the waiting for my sole, deadly sin | |
| Already stood till, and a while at the location | |
| Scene of the act, | |
| That what man calls crime | |
| But no crime in a war. | |
| The next day I hear her calling again. | |
| Shall I try to establish contact? | |
| For how long could I survive here on my own? | |
| Am I even destined to be here? | |
| And here is maybe all that exists. | |
| I can hear other machines again. Apparatus. | |
| Noone will ever know, why you walked away, for it is a secret revealing nature that tells this tale. | |
| Any form or shape, a motion or disguise, is bound to be an image, | |
| A templateview made to be seen. | |
| Insideout this situation does not apply, | |
| There can be one, I will not be scared. | |
| Knowing of the inconsequent complexity, in my appearance, there can' t be none. | |
| World without end, life of fear. | |
| Worms and flies coming out of my body. | |
| Horrendous decay of the falsening light, for those who try to understand. | |
| A calamity encounter, godspeed propellore. | |
| Meet my other end, wait for a world war. | |
| Hide for a cancer. | |
| I will stay strong by renewal of visions, refreshed by the water. | |
| My pouring with rain, my echo of eternity. | |
| Symmetry seeking a young man, going with whimper, | |
| Sigh growth decay, all simultaneous actions. | |
| Sanity in thought and it' s patterns, a pure form of logic mixed with emotions, this prolife. | |
| Why do I, Earth, exist? | |
| I contain so many forms, would I come out for real. | |
| A quick guide to selfpreservation. | |
| Here the body is only a tool. | |
| Dial: R. E. D. E. M. P. T. I. O. N., master of my fate. | |
| I harbour no illusions, but I still stand tall. | |
| Forced navigation into fields of trust. | |
| Master of my fate, where will we meet in time? | |
| Gone now, left without the outcry of a demonstration, preparation made, the silence seeks solution. | |
| Can' t stand the caller, waiting for my soul. | |
| In my stomach I feel an infant growing. | |
| The small child inside of me represents life. | |
| Not capable of making any decisions at all. | |
| I wait and wait for her return. | |
| For those who do not know, the difference between polars: | |
| Unconsciousness, my bless entwined. | |
| positively, all negative soul. | |
| One fraction of time now represents one day. | |
| The earth' s turn, the moon and planet cycles. | |
| The proximity of a planet left for dead. | |
| Nature will win this war. | |
| Fierce energyswallowing process, | |
| a peninsula with only one road. | |
| How to visit with a main entrance blocked. | |
| No procedure needed, nor does a formulae exist. | |
| Dark impersonation of enlightenment, due to selfpreservation and control, I still stand tall, | |
| peacefully and harsh. | |
| Freedom is a lockdown. | |
| Blinded by the light, it crawls on the floor. | |
| My rhythm upset, seek for a safer harbour. | |
| I know you feel the same, Knowing what it' s like. | |
| Up here, high, solitude of stone . | |
| A pile is just for me, and even now, being made, I am nothing. | |
| A total birth of a selfpregnant mother. | |
| Perpetuating behaviour, my outside world, beyond the mirrors. | |
| Can you feel me? | |
| ' Cause this is not my Carbondioxide! | |
| Conditions boundaries crossed, layers lost, to become one with earth. | |
| My tendency to be submerged with all. | |
| One gigantic and twisted entropy. | |
| This is our final distinction. |
| zuò qǔ : Textures | |
| In perfect balance between what was meant and things that are to come. | |
| Fellow member of my kind, cannot control what you don' t understand. | |
| Time is tipping the scales of my judgement. | |
| Steelplated heart, that once was broken down! | |
| I choose to walk away, because I can' t bare to see things that fall apart. | |
| We used to share one thought. | |
| We used to have a bond. | |
| Lost in a mountain area. | |
| Hear her calling, but no response. | |
| Even machines come looking for me. | |
| This is a morgue | |
| Silence is obedience. | |
| In here, automated electronic systems keep the pace well, at regulating light and cooling systems. | |
| As for now, inhere. | |
| Lying there naked, wondering if it' s true: | |
| Am I larger than the sum of my parts? | |
| Engrave a sign in the earth' s crust. | |
| I want to stay longer on this planet. | |
| Things fall apart. | |
| Give me more time for I' ll be worth it. | |
| A vast as say as any highlands, there is still air there. | |
| I am breathing, so I could be there now. | |
| Manifest, for me you end in Dogma | |
| Preparation made, silence seeks solution | |
| Can' t stand the waiting for my sole, deadly sin | |
| Already stood till, and a while at the location | |
| Scene of the act, | |
| That what man calls crime | |
| But no crime in a war. | |
| The next day I hear her calling again. | |
| Shall I try to establish contact? | |
| For how long could I survive here on my own? | |
| Am I even destined to be here? | |
| And here is maybe all that exists. | |
| I can hear other machines again. Apparatus. | |
| Noone will ever know, why you walked away, for it is a secret revealing nature that tells this tale. | |
| Any form or shape, a motion or disguise, is bound to be an image, | |
| A templateview made to be seen. | |
| Insideout this situation does not apply, | |
| There can be one, I will not be scared. | |
| Knowing of the inconsequent complexity, in my appearance, there can' t be none. | |
| World without end, life of fear. | |
| Worms and flies coming out of my body. | |
| Horrendous decay of the falsening light, for those who try to understand. | |
| A calamity encounter, godspeed propellore. | |
| Meet my other end, wait for a world war. | |
| Hide for a cancer. | |
| I will stay strong by renewal of visions, refreshed by the water. | |
| My pouring with rain, my echo of eternity. | |
| Symmetry seeking a young man, going with whimper, | |
| Sigh growth decay, all simultaneous actions. | |
| Sanity in thought and it' s patterns, a pure form of logic mixed with emotions, this prolife. | |
| Why do I, Earth, exist? | |
| I contain so many forms, would I come out for real. | |
| A quick guide to selfpreservation. | |
| Here the body is only a tool. | |
| Dial: R. E. D. E. M. P. T. I. O. N., master of my fate. | |
| I harbour no illusions, but I still stand tall. | |
| Forced navigation into fields of trust. | |
| Master of my fate, where will we meet in time? | |
| Gone now, left without the outcry of a demonstration, preparation made, the silence seeks solution. | |
| Can' t stand the caller, waiting for my soul. | |
| In my stomach I feel an infant growing. | |
| The small child inside of me represents life. | |
| Not capable of making any decisions at all. | |
| I wait and wait for her return. | |
| For those who do not know, the difference between polars: | |
| Unconsciousness, my bless entwined. | |
| positively, all negative soul. | |
| One fraction of time now represents one day. | |
| The earth' s turn, the moon and planet cycles. | |
| The proximity of a planet left for dead. | |
| Nature will win this war. | |
| Fierce energyswallowing process, | |
| a peninsula with only one road. | |
| How to visit with a main entrance blocked. | |
| No procedure needed, nor does a formulae exist. | |
| Dark impersonation of enlightenment, due to selfpreservation and control, I still stand tall, | |
| peacefully and harsh. | |
| Freedom is a lockdown. | |
| Blinded by the light, it crawls on the floor. | |
| My rhythm upset, seek for a safer harbour. | |
| I know you feel the same, Knowing what it' s like. | |
| Up here, high, solitude of stone . | |
| A pile is just for me, and even now, being made, I am nothing. | |
| A total birth of a selfpregnant mother. | |
| Perpetuating behaviour, my outside world, beyond the mirrors. | |
| Can you feel me? | |
| ' Cause this is not my Carbondioxide! | |
| Conditions boundaries crossed, layers lost, to become one with earth. | |
| My tendency to be submerged with all. | |
| One gigantic and twisted entropy. | |
| This is our final distinction. |
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