LRC歌词下载
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Alexrene Camarena/Garrett Russell/Spencer Keene/Mitchell Stark/Thomas Freckleton[00:00.10]Lustrous lines obscured by opaque blinds -[00:02.97]Frozen metacarpals tap tap tap the window glass[00:06.34]Syncopated staccatos with the broken clock[00:09.75]Synchronized with my post-traumatic ticks ticks -[00:13.23]Talking to the space in the room that echoes back indiscernibly[00:17.02]To my disconnected self/self -[00:19.50]It's self-consuming, what's ensuing is my undoing -[00:23.24]The nightly casualty of war.[00:29.81]And it sounds like this: War, endless war[00:38.73]In my endless dance with entropy[00:44.24]I must rescind my sentience[00:47.39]The sickness that I know.[00:51.19]Rearrange the disarray of disintegrated senses -[00:57.57]Puzzle pieces, spectral splinters of a soldier's worn and tattered soul[01:03.91]In my endless dance with entropy[01:09.80]I must rescind my sentience[01:12.87]The sickness that I know[01:54.77]Machines of air looking down on us -[01:57.96]The beasts of dust as we grapple heel and hand,[02:01.77]Mud and sand, (blood red oil)[02:04.89]The chaff of the harvest[02:06.91]Converted to currencies of wealthy means[02:09.18]Stepping stones cut from our perforated bones[02:13.80]Riches are reaped beside our bodies sown just to be thrown back again[02:19.94]And forgotten if we stumble in[02:21.96]Laid inside a homeless nest,[02:23.45]Stuck with eager dirty needles,[02:25.51]Shipped to an early steeple where boxes close[02:28.15]Descend with grace as you defend yourself -[02:31.45]Both charitable and chaste.[02:33.23]Praise me for my valor, lay me on a crimson tower -[02:36.68]Justify my endless terror as my "finest hour."[02:39.93]Treat me as a token to deceive the child[02:42.68]Whom we fatten for this scapegoat slaughter.[02:45.69]I learned to fight; I learned to kill;[02:47.05]I learned to steal; I learned that none of this is real[02:50.49]None of this is real[02:52.02]None of this is real[02:53.79]None of this is real[02:56.79]But there's a war inside my head[03:05.55]Beleaguered by my breathing - choking, screaming, heaving[03:13.28]Time drags me back to the desert[03:16.60]This is war:[03:17.90]A child stumbles from the wreckage holding his salvation -[03:25.75]The trigger to cessation - to end us all[03:30.74]I took a life that takes mine[03:40.57]Every quiet moment we collapse[03:45.30]Have you forsaken us?[03:51.01]All the darkness comes alive.[03:54.01]Take my hand, drag me to the void.
