歌曲 | Decades (V2) |
歌手 | Assemblage 23 |
专辑 | Meta |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Shear | |
Time is like a serpent | |
That devours its own tail | |
The coils grow ever-tighter | |
With each moment it inhales | |
A foreboding sense of deja vú | |
That cannot be ignored | |
It's hard to help but feel | |
We've seen and done this all before | |
History be damned | |
It's only progress we embrace | |
Our eyes closed to the circles | |
That our memories re-trace | |
Arrogance & avarice | |
Distort our field of view | |
A re-run culture takes your past | |
And sells it back to you | |
Decades pass and years go by | |
Days dissolve into the ether | |
Condense like clouds | |
And come raining back down | |
But we are blind to this debris | |
Piling up around our feet | |
Oblivious | |
And it's killing us | |
Fear and loathing paralyze | |
The populace throughout | |
Disengage the rhetoric | |
That brought this all about | |
Overcome and overrun | |
Pretend all this is new | |
Surely we'll be hailed as heroes | |
When this all is through | |
Our memory is short | |
We throw all caution to the wind | |
The story's changed so much | |
We can't recall how it begins | |
Foresight is an absent friend | |
We left in distant days | |
Reflection makes us realize | |
The error of our ways |
zuo qu : Shear | |
Time is like a serpent | |
That devours its own tail | |
The coils grow evertighter | |
With each moment it inhales | |
A foreboding sense of deja vu | |
That cannot be ignored | |
It' s hard to help but feel | |
We' ve seen and done this all before | |
History be damned | |
It' s only progress we embrace | |
Our eyes closed to the circles | |
That our memories retrace | |
Arrogance avarice | |
Distort our field of view | |
A rerun culture takes your past | |
And sells it back to you | |
Decades pass and years go by | |
Days dissolve into the ether | |
Condense like clouds | |
And come raining back down | |
But we are blind to this debris | |
Piling up around our feet | |
Oblivious | |
And it' s killing us | |
Fear and loathing paralyze | |
The populace throughout | |
Disengage the rhetoric | |
That brought this all about | |
Overcome and overrun | |
Pretend all this is new | |
Surely we' ll be hailed as heroes | |
When this all is through | |
Our memory is short | |
We throw all caution to the wind | |
The story' s changed so much | |
We can' t recall how it begins | |
Foresight is an absent friend | |
We left in distant days | |
Reflection makes us realize | |
The error of our ways |
zuò qǔ : Shear | |
Time is like a serpent | |
That devours its own tail | |
The coils grow evertighter | |
With each moment it inhales | |
A foreboding sense of deja vú | |
That cannot be ignored | |
It' s hard to help but feel | |
We' ve seen and done this all before | |
History be damned | |
It' s only progress we embrace | |
Our eyes closed to the circles | |
That our memories retrace | |
Arrogance avarice | |
Distort our field of view | |
A rerun culture takes your past | |
And sells it back to you | |
Decades pass and years go by | |
Days dissolve into the ether | |
Condense like clouds | |
And come raining back down | |
But we are blind to this debris | |
Piling up around our feet | |
Oblivious | |
And it' s killing us | |
Fear and loathing paralyze | |
The populace throughout | |
Disengage the rhetoric | |
That brought this all about | |
Overcome and overrun | |
Pretend all this is new | |
Surely we' ll be hailed as heroes | |
When this all is through | |
Our memory is short | |
We throw all caution to the wind | |
The story' s changed so much | |
We can' t recall how it begins | |
Foresight is an absent friend | |
We left in distant days | |
Reflection makes us realize | |
The error of our ways |