Gore
作词 : 小柒
作曲 : 小柒
编曲 : 小柒
Pathosis and morbidness
Everyone’s insane although we don’t know reason why
Why only circles and lines in my binary mind
I think I have to open my bruised wounds that’s about to heal
Let some bruised blood come out to show them
Waking at four to soundless dark,I stare
Unresting death
My mind blanks at the glare
In time
The curtain edge grows light
Till then I see what’s really there
The sure extinction that we travel to and shall be ever lost in always
Not in remorse
The good not done
The love not given
Time torn off unused
Not to be there
Not anywhere
But soon
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Nothing to think with
Nothing to love
Nothing to link with
That is what we fear
The anesthetic from which none come round
Nothing to think with
Nothing to love
Nothing to link with
That is what we fear
The anesthetic from which none come round
And so it stays just on the edge of vision
A small in focused blur
A standing chill that slows each impulse down to indecision
And specious stuff that says no rational being can fear a thing it will not feel
I think I have to open my bruised wounds that’s about to heal
And let some bruised blood come out to show them
Waking at four to soundless dark,I stare
Unresting death
My mind blanks at the glare
-
“I had to…like open the bruise up and let some bruise blood come out to show them”
“Come out…to show them”
-
But at total emptiness forever
“Come out…to show them”
I’ve opened that wrong door
The love is BRUTAL
What a paradise
Who am I now
“I had to…like open the bruise up and let some bruise blood…”
Nothing to think with
Nothing to love
Nothing to link with
That is what we fear
The anesthetic from which none come round
Nothing to think with
Nothing to love
Nothing to link with
That is what we fear
The anesthetic from which none come round
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GoreLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : 小柒
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 小柒
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 小柒
[00:32.827]Pathosis and morbidness
[00:36.810]Everyone’s insane although we don’t know reason why
[00:42.742]Why only circles and lines in my binary mind
[00:48.369]I think I have to open my bruised wounds that’s about to heal
[00:52.304]Let some bruised blood come out to show them
[00:55.926]Waking at four to soundless dark,I stare
[00:59.892]Unresting death
[01:01.242]My mind blanks at the glare
[01:04.092]In time
[01:05.538]The curtain edge grows light
[01:07.886]Till then I see what’s really there
[01:11.460]The sure extinction that we travel to and shall be ever lost in always
[01:18.942]Not in remorse
[01:24.726]The good not done
[01:27.109]The love not given
[01:34.527]Time torn off unused
[01:49.643]Not to be there
[01:50.909]Not anywhere
[01:53.676]But soon
[01:56.926]-
[02:12.476]Nothing to think with
[02:14.519]Nothing to love
[02:16.426]Nothing to link with
[02:17.943]That is what we fear
[02:21.292]The anesthetic from which none come round
[02:28.020]Nothing to think with
[02:30.059]Nothing to love
[02:31.709]Nothing to link with
[02:33.310]That is what we fear
[02:36.544]The anesthetic from which none come round
[02:42.859]And so it stays just on the edge of vision
[02:48.576]A small in focused blur
[02:50.626]A standing chill that slows each impulse down to indecision
[03:05.810]And specious stuff that says no rational being can fear a thing it will not feel
[03:13.710]I think I have to open my bruised wounds that’s about to heal
[03:17.493]And let some bruised blood come out to show them
[03:21.293]Waking at four to soundless dark,I stare
[03:25.193]Unresting death
[03:26.543]My mind blanks at the glare
[03:28.943]-
[03:44.292]“I had to…like open the bruise up and let some bruise blood come out to show them”
[03:49.232]“Come out…to show them”
[03:50.361]-
[03:52.576]But at total emptiness forever
[04:01.709]“Come out…to show them”
[04:18.558]I’ve opened that wrong door
[04:32.676]The love is BRUTAL
[04:37.731]What a paradise
[04:39.612]Who am I now
[04:42.175]“I had to…like open the bruise up and let some bruise blood…”
[04:46.893]Nothing to think with
[04:48.392]Nothing to love
[04:50.425]Nothing to link with
[04:52.326]That is what we fear
[04:55.409]The anesthetic from which none come round
[05:01.761]Nothing to think with
[05:04.009]Nothing to love
[05:05.926]Nothing to link with
[05:07.409]That is what we fear
[05:10.758]The anesthetic from which none come round
[05:17.043]-
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