Panic Room - Silent Planet.mp3

[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.