歌曲 | Epigram for the Last Straw |
歌手 | Sieges Even |
专辑 | Sense of Change |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Holwarth, Holzwarth, Steffen | |
How many prayers have been pattered out in vain, | |
How many deeds have provoked a renaissance of futile smiles, | |
And how many times have we been privileged spectators? | |
We'd rather be removed from this conspiracy | |
We's rather close our eyes to the insanity | |
Lifting our hopes to withered plains. | |
Dragging our thirst through desert storms | |
Interlocked through limitless empires of camera eyes, | |
Observing distress with stoic composure | |
Is this the act of resignation? | |
Admist the ruins the actors parade, | |
Reciting phrases of ' | |
Godot' and ' | |
Lear' Yet something's different, the play seems so real | |
How come we notice familiar eyes behind the masks? | |
Still we smile | |
While hope and death carry on their dialogue | |
Still we dance | |
The sarabande of nihilism | |
Admist the ruins the jesters parade | |
Reciting phrases of ' | |
Godot' and ' | |
Lear' Yet something's different, the play seems so real | |
Cunnung tears hide a | |
Torquemada smile | |
We congregate and sit hand in hand around the table of anachronism | |
And we form the allianve with gestures of habit, | |
Carrying on the same old way... |
zuo qu : Holwarth, Holzwarth, Steffen | |
How many prayers have been pattered out in vain, | |
How many deeds have provoked a renaissance of futile smiles, | |
And how many times have we been privileged spectators? | |
We' d rather be removed from this conspiracy | |
We' s rather close our eyes to the insanity | |
Lifting our hopes to withered plains. | |
Dragging our thirst through desert storms | |
Interlocked through limitless empires of camera eyes, | |
Observing distress with stoic composure | |
Is this the act of resignation? | |
Admist the ruins the actors parade, | |
Reciting phrases of ' | |
Godot' and ' | |
Lear' Yet something' s different, the play seems so real | |
How come we notice familiar eyes behind the masks? | |
Still we smile | |
While hope and death carry on their dialogue | |
Still we dance | |
The sarabande of nihilism | |
Admist the ruins the jesters parade | |
Reciting phrases of ' | |
Godot' and ' | |
Lear' Yet something' s different, the play seems so real | |
Cunnung tears hide a | |
Torquemada smile | |
We congregate and sit hand in hand around the table of anachronism | |
And we form the allianve with gestures of habit, | |
Carrying on the same old way... |
zuò qǔ : Holwarth, Holzwarth, Steffen | |
How many prayers have been pattered out in vain, | |
How many deeds have provoked a renaissance of futile smiles, | |
And how many times have we been privileged spectators? | |
We' d rather be removed from this conspiracy | |
We' s rather close our eyes to the insanity | |
Lifting our hopes to withered plains. | |
Dragging our thirst through desert storms | |
Interlocked through limitless empires of camera eyes, | |
Observing distress with stoic composure | |
Is this the act of resignation? | |
Admist the ruins the actors parade, | |
Reciting phrases of ' | |
Godot' and ' | |
Lear' Yet something' s different, the play seems so real | |
How come we notice familiar eyes behind the masks? | |
Still we smile | |
While hope and death carry on their dialogue | |
Still we dance | |
The sarabande of nihilism | |
Admist the ruins the jesters parade | |
Reciting phrases of ' | |
Godot' and ' | |
Lear' Yet something' s different, the play seems so real | |
Cunnung tears hide a | |
Torquemada smile | |
We congregate and sit hand in hand around the table of anachronism | |
And we form the allianve with gestures of habit, | |
Carrying on the same old way... |