Song | Sacred Sound |
Artist | IQ |
Album | Dark Matter |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : IQ, Nicholls | |
Even after all the days are gone | |
Even though the writer knows he's wrong | |
Still the words are written and recalled | |
In the empty, isolated halls | |
Held in high regard, he comes again | |
Surface gone from under me | |
No more security | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days. | |
If in doubt about the meaning meant | |
Make this one decision your defence | |
Stay alive to calculate the dead | |
Lines of color radiate ahead | |
Silence now descends upon the earth | |
Can't deny the evidence | |
Not now, not even once | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days | |
Surface gone from under me | |
No more security | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days. | |
The only thing | |
I'll take | |
While I'm alive and half awake | |
Is what I've made | |
No surrender set to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound | |
When the vision cuts across the sky | |
There is no reflection in my eye | |
All the undertakers talk the same | |
Saving pressure and appointing blame | |
States of independence form anew | |
Can't deny the evidence | |
Not now, not even once | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days | |
The only thing | |
I'll take | |
While I'm alive and half awake | |
Is what I've made | |
No surrender sent to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound | |
Light shatters the skeleton circus | |
And the carnival's deadly host | |
No memory nothing remembered | |
From the pages of the book of ghosts | |
Though the system stays in place | |
What if I'm no longer safe | |
Night falling, gathers at my heels | |
Lines the contours of the cold parade | |
Search everywhere nothing is revealed | |
Fear creeps along the cavalcade | |
Through the fields of evergreen | |
Passing by as if unseen | |
Though the system stays the same | |
What if I'm no longer sane | |
The only thing | |
I'll take | |
While I'm alive and half awake | |
Is what I've made | |
No surrender sent to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound |
zuo ci : IQ, Nicholls | |
Even after all the days are gone | |
Even though the writer knows he' s wrong | |
Still the words are written and recalled | |
In the empty, isolated halls | |
Held in high regard, he comes again | |
Surface gone from under me | |
No more security | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days. | |
If in doubt about the meaning meant | |
Make this one decision your defence | |
Stay alive to calculate the dead | |
Lines of color radiate ahead | |
Silence now descends upon the earth | |
Can' t deny the evidence | |
Not now, not even once | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days | |
Surface gone from under me | |
No more security | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days. | |
The only thing | |
I' ll take | |
While I' m alive and half awake | |
Is what I' ve made | |
No surrender set to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound | |
When the vision cuts across the sky | |
There is no reflection in my eye | |
All the undertakers talk the same | |
Saving pressure and appointing blame | |
States of independence form anew | |
Can' t deny the evidence | |
Not now, not even once | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days | |
The only thing | |
I' ll take | |
While I' m alive and half awake | |
Is what I' ve made | |
No surrender sent to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound | |
Light shatters the skeleton circus | |
And the carnival' s deadly host | |
No memory nothing remembered | |
From the pages of the book of ghosts | |
Though the system stays in place | |
What if I' m no longer safe | |
Night falling, gathers at my heels | |
Lines the contours of the cold parade | |
Search everywhere nothing is revealed | |
Fear creeps along the cavalcade | |
Through the fields of evergreen | |
Passing by as if unseen | |
Though the system stays the same | |
What if I' m no longer sane | |
The only thing | |
I' ll take | |
While I' m alive and half awake | |
Is what I' ve made | |
No surrender sent to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound |
zuò cí : IQ, Nicholls | |
Even after all the days are gone | |
Even though the writer knows he' s wrong | |
Still the words are written and recalled | |
In the empty, isolated halls | |
Held in high regard, he comes again | |
Surface gone from under me | |
No more security | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days. | |
If in doubt about the meaning meant | |
Make this one decision your defence | |
Stay alive to calculate the dead | |
Lines of color radiate ahead | |
Silence now descends upon the earth | |
Can' t deny the evidence | |
Not now, not even once | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days | |
Surface gone from under me | |
No more security | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days. | |
The only thing | |
I' ll take | |
While I' m alive and half awake | |
Is what I' ve made | |
No surrender set to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound | |
When the vision cuts across the sky | |
There is no reflection in my eye | |
All the undertakers talk the same | |
Saving pressure and appointing blame | |
States of independence form anew | |
Can' t deny the evidence | |
Not now, not even once | |
The future lies erased | |
These are the last remaining days | |
The only thing | |
I' ll take | |
While I' m alive and half awake | |
Is what I' ve made | |
No surrender sent to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound | |
Light shatters the skeleton circus | |
And the carnival' s deadly host | |
No memory nothing remembered | |
From the pages of the book of ghosts | |
Though the system stays in place | |
What if I' m no longer safe | |
Night falling, gathers at my heels | |
Lines the contours of the cold parade | |
Search everywhere nothing is revealed | |
Fear creeps along the cavalcade | |
Through the fields of evergreen | |
Passing by as if unseen | |
Though the system stays the same | |
What if I' m no longer sane | |
The only thing | |
I' ll take | |
While I' m alive and half awake | |
Is what I' ve made | |
No surrender sent to fade | |
The only thing | |
I want Is taken out and rained upon | |
Heart beaten down | |
No surrender to the sacred sound |