| Song | Sweet Love For Planet Earth |
| Artist | Fuck Buttons |
| Album | Street Horrrsing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : **** Buttons | |
| We're all afflicted with a heinous curse. | |
| Metacognition, now what could be worse? | |
| Than to constantly question the meaning of life? | |
| Eternally asking for answers to "Why?" | |
| What will become of us? Will we evolve? | |
| We seem to create more problems than we solve. | |
| Will we be angels above endless sky? | |
| Or do we decay from the moment we die? | |
| Will we become slaves to machines we create? | |
| Will we succumb to our penchant for hate? | |
| Will we destroy our own genetic code? | |
| What will become of us years down the road? | |
| Can we undo the deal that we struck out of fear? | |
| Raping the globe, sobbing "the end is near!"? | |
| Can we stand to look towards blinding light? | |
| Or will we extinguish it out of spite? | |
| Will we succeed reaching into deep space? | |
| And go extinct breeding with alien races? | |
| Is that how we already came to be? | |
| Martian DNA in our family tree? | |
| Why do we always ignore those in need? | |
| And keep selling out to insatiable greed? | |
| When we kill ourselves off, will all species join? | |
| Does their fate even rest on the flip if a coin? | |
| Or are we already collectively doomed? | |
| Walking-dead marching towards our final tomb? | |
| Even if we erase all the damage we've done, | |
| Is there any hope left for us under the sun? | |
| For anyone who ever dared to ask why-- | |
| For Sweet Love of Planet Earth must we all die? | |
| We're already dead or never were alive. | |
| This life's an illusion--it's all just a ride. | |
| Why? | |
| Why? | |
| Why are we here in the first place to ask ourselves "Why?" | |
| Why? | |
| What is the purpose, and what is the prize? | |
| Is there some greater goal towards which to aspire? | |
| Do we exist just to fulfill desire? | |
| It's possible the reason we exist, | |
| Is to give subtle texture to times endless mist. | |
| It's possible, that we're only here, | |
| To live, die, evaporate and disappear. | |
| Nothing is permanent | |
| We're only here til we die. | |
| There's no greater answer | |
| To any of life's questions why. | |
| We're on our way out, we're going | |
| We're going to die. | |
| There is no grand reason or purpose for being alive. | |
| We're here til we're not, that's the end, that's the nature of life. | |
| We're already dead if we don't realize this is life. | |
| We may as well be dead if we don't accept this is life. | |
| We're as good as dead because this is what we've done with life. | |
| We've chosen to do nothing greater than this with our lives. | |
| For Sweet Love of Planet Earth all human beings must die. |
| zuo qu : Buttons | |
| We' re all afflicted with a heinous curse. | |
| Metacognition, now what could be worse? | |
| Than to constantly question the meaning of life? | |
| Eternally asking for answers to " Why?" | |
| What will become of us? Will we evolve? | |
| We seem to create more problems than we solve. | |
| Will we be angels above endless sky? | |
| Or do we decay from the moment we die? | |
| Will we become slaves to machines we create? | |
| Will we succumb to our penchant for hate? | |
| Will we destroy our own genetic code? | |
| What will become of us years down the road? | |
| Can we undo the deal that we struck out of fear? | |
| Raping the globe, sobbing " the end is near!"? | |
| Can we stand to look towards blinding light? | |
| Or will we extinguish it out of spite? | |
| Will we succeed reaching into deep space? | |
| And go extinct breeding with alien races? | |
| Is that how we already came to be? | |
| Martian DNA in our family tree? | |
| Why do we always ignore those in need? | |
| And keep selling out to insatiable greed? | |
| When we kill ourselves off, will all species join? | |
| Does their fate even rest on the flip if a coin? | |
| Or are we already collectively doomed? | |
| Walkingdead marching towards our final tomb? | |
| Even if we erase all the damage we' ve done, | |
| Is there any hope left for us under the sun? | |
| For anyone who ever dared to ask why | |
| For Sweet Love of Planet Earth must we all die? | |
| We' re already dead or never were alive. | |
| This life' s an illusionit' s all just a ride. | |
| Why? | |
| Why? | |
| Why are we here in the first place to ask ourselves " Why?" | |
| Why? | |
| What is the purpose, and what is the prize? | |
| Is there some greater goal towards which to aspire? | |
| Do we exist just to fulfill desire? | |
| It' s possible the reason we exist, | |
| Is to give subtle texture to times endless mist. | |
| It' s possible, that we' re only here, | |
| To live, die, evaporate and disappear. | |
| Nothing is permanent | |
| We' re only here til we die. | |
| There' s no greater answer | |
| To any of life' s questions why. | |
| We' re on our way out, we' re going | |
| We' re going to die. | |
| There is no grand reason or purpose for being alive. | |
| We' re here til we' re not, that' s the end, that' s the nature of life. | |
| We' re already dead if we don' t realize this is life. | |
| We may as well be dead if we don' t accept this is life. | |
| We' re as good as dead because this is what we' ve done with life. | |
| We' ve chosen to do nothing greater than this with our lives. | |
| For Sweet Love of Planet Earth all human beings must die. |
| zuò qǔ : Buttons | |
| We' re all afflicted with a heinous curse. | |
| Metacognition, now what could be worse? | |
| Than to constantly question the meaning of life? | |
| Eternally asking for answers to " Why?" | |
| What will become of us? Will we evolve? | |
| We seem to create more problems than we solve. | |
| Will we be angels above endless sky? | |
| Or do we decay from the moment we die? | |
| Will we become slaves to machines we create? | |
| Will we succumb to our penchant for hate? | |
| Will we destroy our own genetic code? | |
| What will become of us years down the road? | |
| Can we undo the deal that we struck out of fear? | |
| Raping the globe, sobbing " the end is near!"? | |
| Can we stand to look towards blinding light? | |
| Or will we extinguish it out of spite? | |
| Will we succeed reaching into deep space? | |
| And go extinct breeding with alien races? | |
| Is that how we already came to be? | |
| Martian DNA in our family tree? | |
| Why do we always ignore those in need? | |
| And keep selling out to insatiable greed? | |
| When we kill ourselves off, will all species join? | |
| Does their fate even rest on the flip if a coin? | |
| Or are we already collectively doomed? | |
| Walkingdead marching towards our final tomb? | |
| Even if we erase all the damage we' ve done, | |
| Is there any hope left for us under the sun? | |
| For anyone who ever dared to ask why | |
| For Sweet Love of Planet Earth must we all die? | |
| We' re already dead or never were alive. | |
| This life' s an illusionit' s all just a ride. | |
| Why? | |
| Why? | |
| Why are we here in the first place to ask ourselves " Why?" | |
| Why? | |
| What is the purpose, and what is the prize? | |
| Is there some greater goal towards which to aspire? | |
| Do we exist just to fulfill desire? | |
| It' s possible the reason we exist, | |
| Is to give subtle texture to times endless mist. | |
| It' s possible, that we' re only here, | |
| To live, die, evaporate and disappear. | |
| Nothing is permanent | |
| We' re only here til we die. | |
| There' s no greater answer | |
| To any of life' s questions why. | |
| We' re on our way out, we' re going | |
| We' re going to die. | |
| There is no grand reason or purpose for being alive. | |
| We' re here til we' re not, that' s the end, that' s the nature of life. | |
| We' re already dead if we don' t realize this is life. | |
| We may as well be dead if we don' t accept this is life. | |
| We' re as good as dead because this is what we' ve done with life. | |
| We' ve chosen to do nothing greater than this with our lives. | |
| For Sweet Love of Planet Earth all human beings must die. |