| 作词 : Steer, Walker | |
| (Music: Steer)(Lyrics: Walker) | |
| Don't claim to be a prophet | |
| Don't claim to read the stars | |
| But I can see a future | |
| Mapped out in scars | |
| Look to the skies | |
| Keep praying to your gods | |
| Your only salvation | |
| Will come in the shape of the bomb | |
| No clockwork orange | |
| The doom watch ticks | |
| There's no second coming | |
| Only final conflict | |
| Blind pessimism? | |
| Only time will tell | |
| The cold hard reality | |
| Is that this world had gone to hell | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero | |
| These numbers branded | |
| Embedded in the mind | |
| How can your herald a future | |
| When it's already arrived? | |
| Keep looking to the skies | |
| Keep waiting for your lord | |
| You fools there's no second coming | |
| To redeem you all | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero(leads) | |
| Don't claim to be a prophet | |
| Don't claim to sight the stars | |
| But I can read the future | |
| In anguished mental scars | |
| I have no faith | |
| In anything that you hold dear | |
| The future is ours | |
| Only in sweat and tears | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero |
| zuo ci : Steer, Walker | |
| Music: Steer Lyrics: Walker | |
| Don' t claim to be a prophet | |
| Don' t claim to read the stars | |
| But I can see a future | |
| Mapped out in scars | |
| Look to the skies | |
| Keep praying to your gods | |
| Your only salvation | |
| Will come in the shape of the bomb | |
| No clockwork orange | |
| The doom watch ticks | |
| There' s no second coming | |
| Only final conflict | |
| Blind pessimism? | |
| Only time will tell | |
| The cold hard reality | |
| Is that this world had gone to hell | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero | |
| These numbers branded | |
| Embedded in the mind | |
| How can your herald a future | |
| When it' s already arrived? | |
| Keep looking to the skies | |
| Keep waiting for your lord | |
| You fools there' s no second coming | |
| To redeem you all | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero leads | |
| Don' t claim to be a prophet | |
| Don' t claim to sight the stars | |
| But I can read the future | |
| In anguished mental scars | |
| I have no faith | |
| In anything that you hold dear | |
| The future is ours | |
| Only in sweat and tears | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero |
| zuò cí : Steer, Walker | |
| Music: Steer Lyrics: Walker | |
| Don' t claim to be a prophet | |
| Don' t claim to read the stars | |
| But I can see a future | |
| Mapped out in scars | |
| Look to the skies | |
| Keep praying to your gods | |
| Your only salvation | |
| Will come in the shape of the bomb | |
| No clockwork orange | |
| The doom watch ticks | |
| There' s no second coming | |
| Only final conflict | |
| Blind pessimism? | |
| Only time will tell | |
| The cold hard reality | |
| Is that this world had gone to hell | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero | |
| These numbers branded | |
| Embedded in the mind | |
| How can your herald a future | |
| When it' s already arrived? | |
| Keep looking to the skies | |
| Keep waiting for your lord | |
| You fools there' s no second coming | |
| To redeem you all | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero leads | |
| Don' t claim to be a prophet | |
| Don' t claim to sight the stars | |
| But I can read the future | |
| In anguished mental scars | |
| I have no faith | |
| In anything that you hold dear | |
| The future is ours | |
| Only in sweat and tears | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero | |
| And this is where | |
| I belongIn my room one zero one | |
| As I sit here all alone | |
| In my own private year zero |