Deaf, Numb & Blind Lyrics
| Song | Deaf, Numb & Blind |
| Artist | The Flower Kings |
| Album | Flower Power |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stolt | |
| Opened the door, let me into your secret garden | |
| I wanted more, craving gold, always pushing harder | |
| Learn to fear the God of mine, I'm still King and fashion | |
| Teaching how the spiral goes, you must follwo now | |
| You must walk my way! | |
| Opened your shrine, let me spin a while in your hurricane | |
| I needed the pain, I needed tournaments and the burning anger | |
| Learn, how to fear the nuclear bomb, hear the dogs of war | |
| Teaching how the madness must run, you will enter now | |
| Or be damned forever! | |
| Deaf, Numb and Blind... | |
| Gone the spirit, gone the gold | |
| Gone the justice, so we're told | |
| Gone the hunters, gone the Gods | |
| Gone the spieces, gone the blood | |
| Down the colours, down the peace | |
| Down the beauty, down the trees | |
| Down the horses, down the ride | |
| Kneel before the Nuclear Tribe | |
| There's so much that we could have learned, | |
| and still we let the forest burn | |
| There's so much forgotten now | |
| seems noone will listen anyhow | |
| Up the gamblers, up the greed | |
| up the bussiness, up the weeds | |
| up the posion, up the pipes | |
| up the chimneys, down the skies | |
| Gone the teachers, gone the tales | |
| Gone the trading, up the sales | |
| Gone the laughter, gone the play | |
| Gone the wisdom, so they say | |
| There's so much that we could have learned, | |
| and still we let the forest burn | |
| There's so mcuh forgotten now | |
| seems noone listen anyhow | |
| There's so much beauty lost | |
| The gold turned green in the morning dust | |
| In the corners of your mind | |
| still some sense left of the past | |
| Learn how to rebuild Babylon | |
| where the whores will drain our blood, | |
| where the giant mushrooms grow | |
| Where the truth is left untold | |
| where the raven rip your soul | |
| Where the posion rivers run | |
| Where the deadly game is gold | |
| but the dead don't dance... |
| zuo ci : Stolt | |
| Opened the door, let me into your secret garden | |
| I wanted more, craving gold, always pushing harder | |
| Learn to fear the God of mine, I' m still King and fashion | |
| Teaching how the spiral goes, you must follwo now | |
| You must walk my way! | |
| Opened your shrine, let me spin a while in your hurricane | |
| I needed the pain, I needed tournaments and the burning anger | |
| Learn, how to fear the nuclear bomb, hear the dogs of war | |
| Teaching how the madness must run, you will enter now | |
| Or be damned forever! | |
| Deaf, Numb and Blind... | |
| Gone the spirit, gone the gold | |
| Gone the justice, so we' re told | |
| Gone the hunters, gone the Gods | |
| Gone the spieces, gone the blood | |
| Down the colours, down the peace | |
| Down the beauty, down the trees | |
| Down the horses, down the ride | |
| Kneel before the Nuclear Tribe | |
| There' s so much that we could have learned, | |
| and still we let the forest burn | |
| There' s so much forgotten now | |
| seems noone will listen anyhow | |
| Up the gamblers, up the greed | |
| up the bussiness, up the weeds | |
| up the posion, up the pipes | |
| up the chimneys, down the skies | |
| Gone the teachers, gone the tales | |
| Gone the trading, up the sales | |
| Gone the laughter, gone the play | |
| Gone the wisdom, so they say | |
| There' s so much that we could have learned, | |
| and still we let the forest burn | |
| There' s so mcuh forgotten now | |
| seems noone listen anyhow | |
| There' s so much beauty lost | |
| The gold turned green in the morning dust | |
| In the corners of your mind | |
| still some sense left of the past | |
| Learn how to rebuild Babylon | |
| where the whores will drain our blood, | |
| where the giant mushrooms grow | |
| Where the truth is left untold | |
| where the raven rip your soul | |
| Where the posion rivers run | |
| Where the deadly game is gold | |
| but the dead don' t dance... |
| zuò cí : Stolt | |
| Opened the door, let me into your secret garden | |
| I wanted more, craving gold, always pushing harder | |
| Learn to fear the God of mine, I' m still King and fashion | |
| Teaching how the spiral goes, you must follwo now | |
| You must walk my way! | |
| Opened your shrine, let me spin a while in your hurricane | |
| I needed the pain, I needed tournaments and the burning anger | |
| Learn, how to fear the nuclear bomb, hear the dogs of war | |
| Teaching how the madness must run, you will enter now | |
| Or be damned forever! | |
| Deaf, Numb and Blind... | |
| Gone the spirit, gone the gold | |
| Gone the justice, so we' re told | |
| Gone the hunters, gone the Gods | |
| Gone the spieces, gone the blood | |
| Down the colours, down the peace | |
| Down the beauty, down the trees | |
| Down the horses, down the ride | |
| Kneel before the Nuclear Tribe | |
| There' s so much that we could have learned, | |
| and still we let the forest burn | |
| There' s so much forgotten now | |
| seems noone will listen anyhow | |
| Up the gamblers, up the greed | |
| up the bussiness, up the weeds | |
| up the posion, up the pipes | |
| up the chimneys, down the skies | |
| Gone the teachers, gone the tales | |
| Gone the trading, up the sales | |
| Gone the laughter, gone the play | |
| Gone the wisdom, so they say | |
| There' s so much that we could have learned, | |
| and still we let the forest burn | |
| There' s so mcuh forgotten now | |
| seems noone listen anyhow | |
| There' s so much beauty lost | |
| The gold turned green in the morning dust | |
| In the corners of your mind | |
| still some sense left of the past | |
| Learn how to rebuild Babylon | |
| where the whores will drain our blood, | |
| where the giant mushrooms grow | |
| Where the truth is left untold | |
| where the raven rip your soul | |
| Where the posion rivers run | |
| Where the deadly game is gold | |
| but the dead don' t dance... |
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