The Dissonance Of Discontent Lyrics
| Song | The Dissonance Of Discontent |
| Artist | Showbread |
| Album | No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dies | |
| We've come so far, and here we are | |
| Amidst the endless hum | |
| No wind worth chasing, no revolution | |
| No blazing battle drum | |
| We laughed as we said, "The music is dead" | |
| We've plucked out its eyes, we've shattered its head | |
| My work is so weary so let it be said, "Father, Thy will be done" | |
| We laughed as we said, "The music is dead" | |
| We've plucked out its eyes, we've shattered its head | |
| My work is so weary so let it be said, "Father, Thy will be done" | |
| Instruments make the best sounds as they're breaking | |
| People make the best smiles when they're faking | |
| Notes are shattered, blood is spattered | |
| The night is ours for the taking | |
| And what shall we say now that it is gone? | |
| In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs | |
| And now we've gone pale, what was it we saw? | |
| The beauty, the horror of rock that is so raw |
| zuo qu : Dies | |
| We' ve come so far, and here we are | |
| Amidst the endless hum | |
| No wind worth chasing, no revolution | |
| No blazing battle drum | |
| We laughed as we said, " The music is dead" | |
| We' ve plucked out its eyes, we' ve shattered its head | |
| My work is so weary so let it be said, " Father, Thy will be done" | |
| We laughed as we said, " The music is dead" | |
| We' ve plucked out its eyes, we' ve shattered its head | |
| My work is so weary so let it be said, " Father, Thy will be done" | |
| Instruments make the best sounds as they' re breaking | |
| People make the best smiles when they' re faking | |
| Notes are shattered, blood is spattered | |
| The night is ours for the taking | |
| And what shall we say now that it is gone? | |
| In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs | |
| And now we' ve gone pale, what was it we saw? | |
| The beauty, the horror of rock that is so raw |
| zuò qǔ : Dies | |
| We' ve come so far, and here we are | |
| Amidst the endless hum | |
| No wind worth chasing, no revolution | |
| No blazing battle drum | |
| We laughed as we said, " The music is dead" | |
| We' ve plucked out its eyes, we' ve shattered its head | |
| My work is so weary so let it be said, " Father, Thy will be done" | |
| We laughed as we said, " The music is dead" | |
| We' ve plucked out its eyes, we' ve shattered its head | |
| My work is so weary so let it be said, " Father, Thy will be done" | |
| Instruments make the best sounds as they' re breaking | |
| People make the best smiles when they' re faking | |
| Notes are shattered, blood is spattered | |
| The night is ours for the taking | |
| And what shall we say now that it is gone? | |
| In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs | |
| And now we' ve gone pale, what was it we saw? | |
| The beauty, the horror of rock that is so raw |
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