歌曲 | Blindhammer |
歌手 | Assemblage 23 |
专辑 | Defiance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Shear | |
All our father's backs are broken | |
And our prophets are insane | |
There is no one left to guide us | |
No catalyst for change | |
We are too young to know better | |
But frailty comes with age | |
So we run towards | |
Armageddon | |
While our legs still have the strength | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can't see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We're unable to assuage | |
All our best days are behind us | |
And the path's strewn with debris | |
That we'll sweep beneath the carpet | |
Where no one else will see | |
We live beneath the specter | |
Of an omnipresent doom | |
We know for sure it's coming | |
It's just a question of how soon | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can't see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We're unable to assuage | |
The world has changed around us | |
And our vision's grown opaque | |
We believe we have the answers | |
But never learn from our mistakes | |
There's a gift that sits before us | |
But it's barely out of reach | |
So we turn our backs and walk away | |
And sing our souls to sleep | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can't see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We're unable to assuage |
zuo qu : Shear | |
All our father' s backs are broken | |
And our prophets are insane | |
There is no one left to guide us | |
No catalyst for change | |
We are too young to know better | |
But frailty comes with age | |
So we run towards | |
Armageddon | |
While our legs still have the strength | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can' t see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We' re unable to assuage | |
All our best days are behind us | |
And the path' s strewn with debris | |
That we' ll sweep beneath the carpet | |
Where no one else will see | |
We live beneath the specter | |
Of an omnipresent doom | |
We know for sure it' s coming | |
It' s just a question of how soon | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can' t see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We' re unable to assuage | |
The world has changed around us | |
And our vision' s grown opaque | |
We believe we have the answers | |
But never learn from our mistakes | |
There' s a gift that sits before us | |
But it' s barely out of reach | |
So we turn our backs and walk away | |
And sing our souls to sleep | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can' t see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We' re unable to assuage |
zuò qǔ : Shear | |
All our father' s backs are broken | |
And our prophets are insane | |
There is no one left to guide us | |
No catalyst for change | |
We are too young to know better | |
But frailty comes with age | |
So we run towards | |
Armageddon | |
While our legs still have the strength | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can' t see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We' re unable to assuage | |
All our best days are behind us | |
And the path' s strewn with debris | |
That we' ll sweep beneath the carpet | |
Where no one else will see | |
We live beneath the specter | |
Of an omnipresent doom | |
We know for sure it' s coming | |
It' s just a question of how soon | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can' t see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We' re unable to assuage | |
The world has changed around us | |
And our vision' s grown opaque | |
We believe we have the answers | |
But never learn from our mistakes | |
There' s a gift that sits before us | |
But it' s barely out of reach | |
So we turn our backs and walk away | |
And sing our souls to sleep | |
And like a blind hammer | |
That destroys what it can' t see | |
Tear down the walls of progress | |
And spit on our ancestry | |
Indiscriminate | |
And full of empty rage | |
Gunning down the fields of fear | |
We' re unable to assuage |