Effort To Waste Lyrics

	作词 : Baiza, Brewer
	Drunk on the blood
	Stuck to the rug
	He vomits nostalgia
	As the casualties
	Watch him seethe
	With careful curiosity
	With a raw dialogue
	An effort to waste
	He gives his sermon
	But his words are pointless
	To the sober conscience
	They breathe the same air
	All is mind as mind is all
	Flesh is stone as stone is flesh
	Pain is real as real is pain
	In a sad awakening
	He finds a window
	God its mourning
	All thoughts pierce
	As memories are scarce
	And the cuts have dried out
	But the terror or
	The nights he lost
	Still hands his head low
	Drunk on the rug
	Stuck to the blood
	He vomits nostalgia
	I waited so long for something to seem real
	I had so many questions
	I answered all my questions
	When I seen your face turn
	And I knew what was real
	And I knew what was lost
	Yes I know what was real

	zuo ci : Baiza, Brewer
	Drunk on the blood
	Stuck to the rug
	He vomits nostalgia
	As the casualties
	Watch him seethe
	With careful curiosity
	With a raw dialogue
	An effort to waste
	He gives his sermon
	But his words are pointless
	To the sober conscience
	They breathe the same air
	All is mind as mind is all
	Flesh is stone as stone is flesh
	Pain is real as real is pain
	In a sad awakening
	He finds a window
	God its mourning
	All thoughts pierce
	As memories are scarce
	And the cuts have dried out
	But the terror or
	The nights he lost
	Still hands his head low
	Drunk on the rug
	Stuck to the blood
	He vomits nostalgia
	I waited so long for something to seem real
	I had so many questions
	I answered all my questions
	When I seen your face turn
	And I knew what was real
	And I knew what was lost
	Yes I know what was real

	zuò cí : Baiza, Brewer
	Drunk on the blood
	Stuck to the rug
	He vomits nostalgia
	As the casualties
	Watch him seethe
	With careful curiosity
	With a raw dialogue
	An effort to waste
	He gives his sermon
	But his words are pointless
	To the sober conscience
	They breathe the same air
	All is mind as mind is all
	Flesh is stone as stone is flesh
	Pain is real as real is pain
	In a sad awakening
	He finds a window
	God its mourning
	All thoughts pierce
	As memories are scarce
	And the cuts have dried out
	But the terror or
	The nights he lost
	Still hands his head low
	Drunk on the rug
	Stuck to the blood
	He vomits nostalgia
	I waited so long for something to seem real
	I had so many questions
	I answered all my questions
	When I seen your face turn
	And I knew what was real
	And I knew what was lost
	Yes I know what was real

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