| 作曲 : Orgin | |
| My life's scars run so deep, deep as in before birth | |
| Some things just won't ever change, feed myself some more pain | |
| Bad memories of childhood corrupting innocence | |
| Not teaching me, misleading me, leaving me on my own | |
| Why questioning? | |
| No answering, this shit's just so fucked up | |
| Ignoring my own personal self characteristics | |
| Why no one was there to look after me, torn in between myself | |
| Lost everything taken away from me, words they can't hear | |
| Deaf to hear | |
| Born out of somebody's audacity, not given a fair chance | |
| Lies spoken in words that | |
| I do not know, pain teaching me | |
| Suffering | |
| I can't ignore my feelings, my own hostility | |
| Wearing my hate on my face, look into my eyes | |
| How in the world could you take care of me? | |
| You could not care for you | |
| I'm left with these horrible memories, time easing me, freeing me | |
| Rise out of my conscious supression and ask what the fuck? | |
| What for? | |
| Truth wakes in me from my experience, laugh wondering | |
| What it means | |
| Do not create so blindly, better your offerings | |
| Lives are at stake, don't deny us the future | |
| Powers beyond in our hands, ask yourself what it means | |
| Never forget to look deep, finding thyself | |
| Laws I was rebornwith, | |
| God-like in character | |
| Choice to create, | |
| I will not make that choice | |
| Severing of my blood, extinction of my flesh | |
| By my own hand, | |
| I can't deceive myself | |
| Childhood wars, | |
| I suffered through them, my institution | |
| Some pain will last, like time unchanged | |
| Cannot forget, lost in illusion, trapped in confusion | |
| Stress overwhelms my peace of mind | |
| I was born from demons, from souls so far from peace | |
| Ask where they came from, woke with them, spoke with them | |
| They too came from demons, where can we all find peace? | |
| Life should mean so much more, peace will come when we sleep | |
| To live is to suffer tragically | |
| My life is complete hell, infliction | |
| I know I am not alone, suffering | |
| We all have our own shit, infliction | |
| Grasping of all meaning inside myself, what we must all endure | |
| Constant awakening of what my spirit brings | |
| Breathe from my strength, child of ignorance | |
| Living in infliction, multiplied misery | |
| Just part of birth, this is the consequence | |
| What do I ask myself? | |
| This shit's just got to change | |
| Some pain will last, living in infliction |
| zuo qu : Orgin | |
| My life' s scars run so deep, deep as in before birth | |
| Some things just won' t ever change, feed myself some more pain | |
| Bad memories of childhood corrupting innocence | |
| Not teaching me, misleading me, leaving me on my own | |
| Why questioning? | |
| No answering, this shit' s just so fucked up | |
| Ignoring my own personal self characteristics | |
| Why no one was there to look after me, torn in between myself | |
| Lost everything taken away from me, words they can' t hear | |
| Deaf to hear | |
| Born out of somebody' s audacity, not given a fair chance | |
| Lies spoken in words that | |
| I do not know, pain teaching me | |
| Suffering | |
| I can' t ignore my feelings, my own hostility | |
| Wearing my hate on my face, look into my eyes | |
| How in the world could you take care of me? | |
| You could not care for you | |
| I' m left with these horrible memories, time easing me, freeing me | |
| Rise out of my conscious supression and ask what the fuck? | |
| What for? | |
| Truth wakes in me from my experience, laugh wondering | |
| What it means | |
| Do not create so blindly, better your offerings | |
| Lives are at stake, don' t deny us the future | |
| Powers beyond in our hands, ask yourself what it means | |
| Never forget to look deep, finding thyself | |
| Laws I was rebornwith, | |
| Godlike in character | |
| Choice to create, | |
| I will not make that choice | |
| Severing of my blood, extinction of my flesh | |
| By my own hand, | |
| I can' t deceive myself | |
| Childhood wars, | |
| I suffered through them, my institution | |
| Some pain will last, like time unchanged | |
| Cannot forget, lost in illusion, trapped in confusion | |
| Stress overwhelms my peace of mind | |
| I was born from demons, from souls so far from peace | |
| Ask where they came from, woke with them, spoke with them | |
| They too came from demons, where can we all find peace? | |
| Life should mean so much more, peace will come when we sleep | |
| To live is to suffer tragically | |
| My life is complete hell, infliction | |
| I know I am not alone, suffering | |
| We all have our own shit, infliction | |
| Grasping of all meaning inside myself, what we must all endure | |
| Constant awakening of what my spirit brings | |
| Breathe from my strength, child of ignorance | |
| Living in infliction, multiplied misery | |
| Just part of birth, this is the consequence | |
| What do I ask myself? | |
| This shit' s just got to change | |
| Some pain will last, living in infliction |
| zuò qǔ : Orgin | |
| My life' s scars run so deep, deep as in before birth | |
| Some things just won' t ever change, feed myself some more pain | |
| Bad memories of childhood corrupting innocence | |
| Not teaching me, misleading me, leaving me on my own | |
| Why questioning? | |
| No answering, this shit' s just so fucked up | |
| Ignoring my own personal self characteristics | |
| Why no one was there to look after me, torn in between myself | |
| Lost everything taken away from me, words they can' t hear | |
| Deaf to hear | |
| Born out of somebody' s audacity, not given a fair chance | |
| Lies spoken in words that | |
| I do not know, pain teaching me | |
| Suffering | |
| I can' t ignore my feelings, my own hostility | |
| Wearing my hate on my face, look into my eyes | |
| How in the world could you take care of me? | |
| You could not care for you | |
| I' m left with these horrible memories, time easing me, freeing me | |
| Rise out of my conscious supression and ask what the fuck? | |
| What for? | |
| Truth wakes in me from my experience, laugh wondering | |
| What it means | |
| Do not create so blindly, better your offerings | |
| Lives are at stake, don' t deny us the future | |
| Powers beyond in our hands, ask yourself what it means | |
| Never forget to look deep, finding thyself | |
| Laws I was rebornwith, | |
| Godlike in character | |
| Choice to create, | |
| I will not make that choice | |
| Severing of my blood, extinction of my flesh | |
| By my own hand, | |
| I can' t deceive myself | |
| Childhood wars, | |
| I suffered through them, my institution | |
| Some pain will last, like time unchanged | |
| Cannot forget, lost in illusion, trapped in confusion | |
| Stress overwhelms my peace of mind | |
| I was born from demons, from souls so far from peace | |
| Ask where they came from, woke with them, spoke with them | |
| They too came from demons, where can we all find peace? | |
| Life should mean so much more, peace will come when we sleep | |
| To live is to suffer tragically | |
| My life is complete hell, infliction | |
| I know I am not alone, suffering | |
| We all have our own shit, infliction | |
| Grasping of all meaning inside myself, what we must all endure | |
| Constant awakening of what my spirit brings | |
| Breathe from my strength, child of ignorance | |
| Living in infliction, multiplied misery | |
| Just part of birth, this is the consequence | |
| What do I ask myself? | |
| This shit' s just got to change | |
| Some pain will last, living in infliction |