| Song | Senses Tied |
| Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
| Album | Character |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Henriksson, Stanne | |
| Riddled by the trappings | |
| Of words that makes the edges blur | |
| Here on the outskirts | |
| Of sincerity and pride | |
| Stretched as far as words can reach | |
| By the lure of higher meaning | |
| There's something out there | |
| Lost behind the power lines | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| Lost all faith in promises | |
| And deadlines closing in | |
| Tired of deciphering the wayward | |
| Stands of truth | |
| I don't care ' | |
| Cause I can't feel | |
| I don't know | |
| Anymore Sure we've had a good run | |
| With vowels, nouns and letters | |
| But within its very nature | |
| The ability to distort | |
| There's nothing in the words | |
| I hear That makes me want to take a stand | |
| It has gone on for far too long | |
| I chose to disengage | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| The ends of our conditioning | |
| To swallow, take and like it | |
| Rather keep me in the dark | |
| Than look me in the eye | |
| I don't care ' | |
| Cause I can't feel | |
| I don't know | |
| Anymore It's all these same things pulling us down | |
| To senses gone | |
| I cheer It's all these same things making us blind | |
| There's nothing here for me | |
| Hear it coming | |
| Heading for you now | |
| I can't even stand the tone of arrogance | |
| And denial on display | |
| Here you are listless | |
| Left for deaf | |
| Thinking about what standards we set | |
| In times of weary tongues | |
| And ears that hear no end to it | |
| Unwilling or unable | |
| The difference left for times | |
| Judgement | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| It passes on from wicked mouths | |
| As victim takes on another role | |
| New bold oppressor | |
| Our teacher's product | |
| Now stands tall | |
| I don't care ' | |
| Cause I can't feel | |
| I don't know | |
| Anymore It's all these same things pulling us down | |
| To senses gone | |
| I cheer It's all these same things making us blind | |
| There's nothing here for me | |
| Hear it coming | |
| Heading for you now | |
| Hear |
| zuo ci : Henriksson, Stanne | |
| Riddled by the trappings | |
| Of words that makes the edges blur | |
| Here on the outskirts | |
| Of sincerity and pride | |
| Stretched as far as words can reach | |
| By the lure of higher meaning | |
| There' s something out there | |
| Lost behind the power lines | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| Lost all faith in promises | |
| And deadlines closing in | |
| Tired of deciphering the wayward | |
| Stands of truth | |
| I don' t care ' | |
| Cause I can' t feel | |
| I don' t know | |
| Anymore Sure we' ve had a good run | |
| With vowels, nouns and letters | |
| But within its very nature | |
| The ability to distort | |
| There' s nothing in the words | |
| I hear That makes me want to take a stand | |
| It has gone on for far too long | |
| I chose to disengage | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| The ends of our conditioning | |
| To swallow, take and like it | |
| Rather keep me in the dark | |
| Than look me in the eye | |
| I don' t care ' | |
| Cause I can' t feel | |
| I don' t know | |
| Anymore It' s all these same things pulling us down | |
| To senses gone | |
| I cheer It' s all these same things making us blind | |
| There' s nothing here for me | |
| Hear it coming | |
| Heading for you now | |
| I can' t even stand the tone of arrogance | |
| And denial on display | |
| Here you are listless | |
| Left for deaf | |
| Thinking about what standards we set | |
| In times of weary tongues | |
| And ears that hear no end to it | |
| Unwilling or unable | |
| The difference left for times | |
| Judgement | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| It passes on from wicked mouths | |
| As victim takes on another role | |
| New bold oppressor | |
| Our teacher' s product | |
| Now stands tall | |
| I don' t care ' | |
| Cause I can' t feel | |
| I don' t know | |
| Anymore It' s all these same things pulling us down | |
| To senses gone | |
| I cheer It' s all these same things making us blind | |
| There' s nothing here for me | |
| Hear it coming | |
| Heading for you now | |
| Hear |
| zuò cí : Henriksson, Stanne | |
| Riddled by the trappings | |
| Of words that makes the edges blur | |
| Here on the outskirts | |
| Of sincerity and pride | |
| Stretched as far as words can reach | |
| By the lure of higher meaning | |
| There' s something out there | |
| Lost behind the power lines | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| Lost all faith in promises | |
| And deadlines closing in | |
| Tired of deciphering the wayward | |
| Stands of truth | |
| I don' t care ' | |
| Cause I can' t feel | |
| I don' t know | |
| Anymore Sure we' ve had a good run | |
| With vowels, nouns and letters | |
| But within its very nature | |
| The ability to distort | |
| There' s nothing in the words | |
| I hear That makes me want to take a stand | |
| It has gone on for far too long | |
| I chose to disengage | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| The ends of our conditioning | |
| To swallow, take and like it | |
| Rather keep me in the dark | |
| Than look me in the eye | |
| I don' t care ' | |
| Cause I can' t feel | |
| I don' t know | |
| Anymore It' s all these same things pulling us down | |
| To senses gone | |
| I cheer It' s all these same things making us blind | |
| There' s nothing here for me | |
| Hear it coming | |
| Heading for you now | |
| I can' t even stand the tone of arrogance | |
| And denial on display | |
| Here you are listless | |
| Left for deaf | |
| Thinking about what standards we set | |
| In times of weary tongues | |
| And ears that hear no end to it | |
| Unwilling or unable | |
| The difference left for times | |
| Judgement | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| It' s all the same to me | |
| It passes on from wicked mouths | |
| As victim takes on another role | |
| New bold oppressor | |
| Our teacher' s product | |
| Now stands tall | |
| I don' t care ' | |
| Cause I can' t feel | |
| I don' t know | |
| Anymore It' s all these same things pulling us down | |
| To senses gone | |
| I cheer It' s all these same things making us blind | |
| There' s nothing here for me | |
| Hear it coming | |
| Heading for you now | |
| Hear |