歌曲 | The Dissonance Of Discontent |
歌手 | Showbread |
专辑 | No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dies | |
We've come so far, and here we are | |
Amidst the endless hum | |
No wind worth chasing, no revolution | |
No blazing battle drum | |
We laughed as we said, "The music is dead" | |
We've plucked out its eyes, we've shattered its head | |
My work is so weary so let it be said, "Father, Thy will be done" | |
We laughed as we said, "The music is dead" | |
We've plucked out its eyes, we've shattered its head | |
My work is so weary so let it be said, "Father, Thy will be done" | |
Instruments make the best sounds as they're breaking | |
People make the best smiles when they're faking | |
Notes are shattered, blood is spattered | |
The night is ours for the taking | |
And what shall we say now that it is gone? | |
In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs | |
And now we've gone pale, what was it we saw? | |
The beauty, the horror of rock that is so raw |
zuo qu : Dies | |
We' ve come so far, and here we are | |
Amidst the endless hum | |
No wind worth chasing, no revolution | |
No blazing battle drum | |
We laughed as we said, " The music is dead" | |
We' ve plucked out its eyes, we' ve shattered its head | |
My work is so weary so let it be said, " Father, Thy will be done" | |
We laughed as we said, " The music is dead" | |
We' ve plucked out its eyes, we' ve shattered its head | |
My work is so weary so let it be said, " Father, Thy will be done" | |
Instruments make the best sounds as they' re breaking | |
People make the best smiles when they' re faking | |
Notes are shattered, blood is spattered | |
The night is ours for the taking | |
And what shall we say now that it is gone? | |
In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs | |
And now we' ve gone pale, what was it we saw? | |
The beauty, the horror of rock that is so raw |
zuò qǔ : Dies | |
We' ve come so far, and here we are | |
Amidst the endless hum | |
No wind worth chasing, no revolution | |
No blazing battle drum | |
We laughed as we said, " The music is dead" | |
We' ve plucked out its eyes, we' ve shattered its head | |
My work is so weary so let it be said, " Father, Thy will be done" | |
We laughed as we said, " The music is dead" | |
We' ve plucked out its eyes, we' ve shattered its head | |
My work is so weary so let it be said, " Father, Thy will be done" | |
Instruments make the best sounds as they' re breaking | |
People make the best smiles when they' re faking | |
Notes are shattered, blood is spattered | |
The night is ours for the taking | |
And what shall we say now that it is gone? | |
In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs | |
And now we' ve gone pale, what was it we saw? | |
The beauty, the horror of rock that is so raw |