歌曲 | The Darkest Corridors |
歌手 | In Strict Confidence |
专辑 | Holy |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : In Strict Confidence ... | |
I see people hiding | |
And longing for trust | |
Can smell cold sweat | |
While they're crawling through dust | |
Join the fool parade | |
In God's name | |
Religions are infected | |
While time turns in reverse | |
The hearts being neglected | |
Through the darkest corridors | |
They are running with no aim | |
Follow blindly your footsteps | |
Unsuspecting that you're the one to blame | |
Through the darkest corridors | |
The leader keeps the flame | |
Follow blindly his footsteps | |
Unsuspecting that he's the one to blame | |
Washing blood from your hands | |
And empty phrases thrilling | |
The truth fades out | |
While lies are killing | |
Split tongue tells the word of bliss | |
Which deceives and blinds | |
Open arms invite for the holy dance | |
Which never ends |
zuo qu : In Strict Confidence ... | |
I see people hiding | |
And longing for trust | |
Can smell cold sweat | |
While they' re crawling through dust | |
Join the fool parade | |
In God' s name | |
Religions are infected | |
While time turns in reverse | |
The hearts being neglected | |
Through the darkest corridors | |
They are running with no aim | |
Follow blindly your footsteps | |
Unsuspecting that you' re the one to blame | |
Through the darkest corridors | |
The leader keeps the flame | |
Follow blindly his footsteps | |
Unsuspecting that he' s the one to blame | |
Washing blood from your hands | |
And empty phrases thrilling | |
The truth fades out | |
While lies are killing | |
Split tongue tells the word of bliss | |
Which deceives and blinds | |
Open arms invite for the holy dance | |
Which never ends |
zuò qǔ : In Strict Confidence ... | |
I see people hiding | |
And longing for trust | |
Can smell cold sweat | |
While they' re crawling through dust | |
Join the fool parade | |
In God' s name | |
Religions are infected | |
While time turns in reverse | |
The hearts being neglected | |
Through the darkest corridors | |
They are running with no aim | |
Follow blindly your footsteps | |
Unsuspecting that you' re the one to blame | |
Through the darkest corridors | |
The leader keeps the flame | |
Follow blindly his footsteps | |
Unsuspecting that he' s the one to blame | |
Washing blood from your hands | |
And empty phrases thrilling | |
The truth fades out | |
While lies are killing | |
Split tongue tells the word of bliss | |
Which deceives and blinds | |
Open arms invite for the holy dance | |
Which never ends |