Deafening
作曲 : From Monument to Masses
Deafening -From Monument To Masses
Written by ：From Monument To Masses
Silence dissolves all objects
It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind
Silence has nothing to do with the mind
It cannot be defined
It can be felt directly because it is our nearness
Silence is restriction
It is feeling without a feeler
Silence needs no intermediary
Sound which comes from silence is music
Within these four walls only a number exists
Which does not progress
Which slowly will wish more and more for death
But suddenly my conscience awakes
And I see that this tide has no heartbeat
Only the pulse of machines
And the military showing their midwives'faces
Full of sweetness
How much humanity
Exposed to hunger cold panic pain
Moral pressures terror and insanity
What horror the face of fascism creates
They carry out their plans with knife like precision
To them blood equals medals
Slaughter is an act of heroism
How hard it is to sing
When I must sing of horror
Horror which I am living
Horror which I am dying
To see myself among so much
And so many moments of infinity
In which silence and screams
Are the end of my song
DeafeningLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作曲 : From Monument to Masses
[00:00.277]Deafening -From Monument To Masses
[00:01.740]Written by ：From Monument To Masses
[00:17.338]Silence dissolves all objects
[00:21.573]It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind
[00:25.692]Silence has nothing to do with the mind
[00:29.640]It cannot be defined
[00:31.462]It can be felt directly because it is our nearness
[00:39.395]Silence is restriction
[00:42.18]It is feeling without a feeler
[00:46.140]Silence needs no intermediary
[00:51.442]Sound which comes from silence is music
[02:37.877]Within these four walls only a number exists
[02:41.158]Which does not progress
[02:44.734]Which slowly will wish more and more for death
[02:49.968]But suddenly my conscience awakes
[02:52.748]And I see that this tide has no heartbeat
[02:56.241]Only the pulse of machines
[02:59.161]And the military showing their midwives'faces
[03:01.819]Full of sweetness
[03:06.948]How much humanity
[03:08.83]Exposed to hunger cold panic pain
[03:13.61]Moral pressures terror and insanity
[03:17.981]What horror the face of fascism creates
[03:21.213]They carry out their plans with knife like precision
[03:24.403]To them blood equals medals
[03:27.334]Slaughter is an act of heroism
[03:30.661]How hard it is to sing
[03:32.385]When I must sing of horror
[03:34.922]Horror which I am living
[03:37.275]Horror which I am dying
[03:40.01]To see myself among so much
[03:42.901]And so many moments of infinity
[03:45.540]In which silence and screams
[03:47.93]Are the end of my song
