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作词 : Evan Berry/Wayne Ingram/Jon Teachey/Dan Müller/Joe Gettler |
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作曲 : Evan Berry/Wayne Ingram/Jon Teachey/Dan Müller/Joe Gettler |
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The story beckons you ceaselessly, into a world obscured |
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Where truths you learn are never born |
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You've fallen behind yourself, conjuring any cure |
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For suffering and bitter scorn |
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Yet you've never seen answers arising |
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Helplessly they appear and they guide you down |
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Your story mercilessly takes hold of your reality |
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And places it just out of reach |
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You can almost taste the second that you are living in |
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But the scentless core is too plain to seek |
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There is terror in the horizon |
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Sailing into its depths, you should try to hide |
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Timidly you strive into the distance where the unknown beckons you |
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Cowardly you hide inside the future where despair is not yet true |
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The blood inside your eyes is ink inside your pen |
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You'll never see anything or anyone again |
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The crack inside your mind is filled with all your dreams |
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Imagination gleams and silences nature's scream |
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If every syllable won't rhyme, the panic rises over time |
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Truth has beckoned and you've become its slave |
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You feel the portal to the next world forming somewhere in your head |
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Slowly you unlearn any notion of death |
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Inside |
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Inside |
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Inside |
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You've been told that death was when the whole world came to naught |
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But what becomes of death when all the world withers into thought? |
