| Song | Wading Through the Darkness |
| Artist | Flotsam & Jetsam |
| Album | Cuatro |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
| Put a gun to my head | |
| The storm's too deep outlook dead | |
| Handing down that anger | |
| Nothing good ever lasts | |
| Moody violence | |
| Now a fool in my eyes | |
| What's the answer, | |
| I'll search till | |
| I die Try a little harder | |
| I hear myself say | |
| Make it last before it's taken away | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| Forced to forget this anguish | |
| I'm half of what | |
| I used to be | |
| Erase my memory | |
| Now gone forever goodbye | |
| But I know my memories won't die | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| Dead inside with a heart that bleeds | |
| Relax my tension needs | |
| Tightness suffocates | |
| Too dense to focus | |
| I'll see it through the day | |
| No longer churning inside | |
| Rotted memories inhabit my mind | |
| My rage destroys the calm | |
| Destroys the calm | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness |
| zuo ci : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
| Put a gun to my head | |
| The storm' s too deep outlook dead | |
| Handing down that anger | |
| Nothing good ever lasts | |
| Moody violence | |
| Now a fool in my eyes | |
| What' s the answer, | |
| I' ll search till | |
| I die Try a little harder | |
| I hear myself say | |
| Make it last before it' s taken away | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| Forced to forget this anguish | |
| I' m half of what | |
| I used to be | |
| Erase my memory | |
| Now gone forever goodbye | |
| But I know my memories won' t die | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| Dead inside with a heart that bleeds | |
| Relax my tension needs | |
| Tightness suffocates | |
| Too dense to focus | |
| I' ll see it through the day | |
| No longer churning inside | |
| Rotted memories inhabit my mind | |
| My rage destroys the calm | |
| Destroys the calm | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness |
| zuò cí : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
| Put a gun to my head | |
| The storm' s too deep outlook dead | |
| Handing down that anger | |
| Nothing good ever lasts | |
| Moody violence | |
| Now a fool in my eyes | |
| What' s the answer, | |
| I' ll search till | |
| I die Try a little harder | |
| I hear myself say | |
| Make it last before it' s taken away | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| Forced to forget this anguish | |
| I' m half of what | |
| I used to be | |
| Erase my memory | |
| Now gone forever goodbye | |
| But I know my memories won' t die | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| Dead inside with a heart that bleeds | |
| Relax my tension needs | |
| Tightness suffocates | |
| Too dense to focus | |
| I' ll see it through the day | |
| No longer churning inside | |
| Rotted memories inhabit my mind | |
| My rage destroys the calm | |
| Destroys the calm | |
| Wading through the darkness | |
| My head held in my hands | |
| Wading through the darkness |