| Song | Decades (V2) |
| Artist | Assemblage 23 |
| Album | Meta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Shear | |
| Time is like a serpent | |
| That devours its own tail | |
| The coils grow ever-tighter | |
| With each moment it inhales | |
| A foreboding sense of deja vú | |
| That cannot be ignored | |
| It's hard to help but feel | |
| We've seen and done this all before | |
| History be damned | |
| It's only progress we embrace | |
| Our eyes closed to the circles | |
| That our memories re-trace | |
| Arrogance & avarice | |
| Distort our field of view | |
| A re-run culture takes your past | |
| And sells it back to you | |
| Decades pass and years go by | |
| Days dissolve into the ether | |
| Condense like clouds | |
| And come raining back down | |
| But we are blind to this debris | |
| Piling up around our feet | |
| Oblivious | |
| And it's killing us | |
| Fear and loathing paralyze | |
| The populace throughout | |
| Disengage the rhetoric | |
| That brought this all about | |
| Overcome and overrun | |
| Pretend all this is new | |
| Surely we'll be hailed as heroes | |
| When this all is through | |
| Our memory is short | |
| We throw all caution to the wind | |
| The story's changed so much | |
| We can't recall how it begins | |
| Foresight is an absent friend | |
| We left in distant days | |
| Reflection makes us realize | |
| The error of our ways |
| zuo qu : Shear | |
| Time is like a serpent | |
| That devours its own tail | |
| The coils grow evertighter | |
| With each moment it inhales | |
| A foreboding sense of deja vu | |
| That cannot be ignored | |
| It' s hard to help but feel | |
| We' ve seen and done this all before | |
| History be damned | |
| It' s only progress we embrace | |
| Our eyes closed to the circles | |
| That our memories retrace | |
| Arrogance avarice | |
| Distort our field of view | |
| A rerun culture takes your past | |
| And sells it back to you | |
| Decades pass and years go by | |
| Days dissolve into the ether | |
| Condense like clouds | |
| And come raining back down | |
| But we are blind to this debris | |
| Piling up around our feet | |
| Oblivious | |
| And it' s killing us | |
| Fear and loathing paralyze | |
| The populace throughout | |
| Disengage the rhetoric | |
| That brought this all about | |
| Overcome and overrun | |
| Pretend all this is new | |
| Surely we' ll be hailed as heroes | |
| When this all is through | |
| Our memory is short | |
| We throw all caution to the wind | |
| The story' s changed so much | |
| We can' t recall how it begins | |
| Foresight is an absent friend | |
| We left in distant days | |
| Reflection makes us realize | |
| The error of our ways |
| zuò qǔ : Shear | |
| Time is like a serpent | |
| That devours its own tail | |
| The coils grow evertighter | |
| With each moment it inhales | |
| A foreboding sense of deja vú | |
| That cannot be ignored | |
| It' s hard to help but feel | |
| We' ve seen and done this all before | |
| History be damned | |
| It' s only progress we embrace | |
| Our eyes closed to the circles | |
| That our memories retrace | |
| Arrogance avarice | |
| Distort our field of view | |
| A rerun culture takes your past | |
| And sells it back to you | |
| Decades pass and years go by | |
| Days dissolve into the ether | |
| Condense like clouds | |
| And come raining back down | |
| But we are blind to this debris | |
| Piling up around our feet | |
| Oblivious | |
| And it' s killing us | |
| Fear and loathing paralyze | |
| The populace throughout | |
| Disengage the rhetoric | |
| That brought this all about | |
| Overcome and overrun | |
| Pretend all this is new | |
| Surely we' ll be hailed as heroes | |
| When this all is through | |
| Our memory is short | |
| We throw all caution to the wind | |
| The story' s changed so much | |
| We can' t recall how it begins | |
| Foresight is an absent friend | |
| We left in distant days | |
| Reflection makes us realize | |
| The error of our ways |