Mazes - Artificial Language.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Artificial Language
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Artificial Language
[00:08.40]Strange how mazes are built despite the pigeon hole mapping out our lives
[00:21.93]Decomposing from inside out but not too deep
[00:30.20]You've lost your composure, now please recede
[00:39.85]How does it feel to lack real perception?
[00:48.10]How does it feel to lack real perception?
[00:52.19]Relive the routine, build it larger, strike it down
[01:00.49]Provided we eat constant fodder; our fears rid themselves
[01:08.87]States
[01:10.85]We built them to fall into place
[01:14.96]It's fallen so build and replace it
[01:19.10]Then mourn the ones before with no remorse
[01:29.84]Faster
[01:32.10]They will decree kings who control us
[01:37.54]While queens will aim to deceive them for a throne supplied by knives
[01:52.68]How does it feel to lack real perception?
[02:13.69]Relive the routine, build it larger, strike it down
[02:21.90]Provided we eat constant fodder; our fears rid themselves
[02:30.32]States
[02:32.31]We've built them to fall into place
[02:36.32]It's fallen so build and replace it
[02:40.59]Then mourn the ones before with no remorse
[03:10.90]Alas, the king's head has fallen
[03:19.32]Alas, the queen's painted delicate strokes of red
[03:28.54]Strange how mazes are built despite the pigeon hole mapping out our lives
[03:40.21]Decomposing from inside out
[03:46.30]You've shown your teeth
[03:48.31]Now lose your composure and please proceed
文本歌词
作词 : Artificial Language
作曲 : Artificial Language
Strange how mazes are built despite the pigeon hole mapping out our lives
Decomposing from inside out but not too deep
You've lost your composure, now please recede
How does it feel to lack real perception?
How does it feel to lack real perception?
Relive the routine, build it larger, strike it down
Provided we eat constant fodder; our fears rid themselves
States
We built them to fall into place
It's fallen so build and replace it
Then mourn the ones before with no remorse
Faster
They will decree kings who control us
While queens will aim to deceive them for a throne supplied by knives
How does it feel to lack real perception?
Relive the routine, build it larger, strike it down
Provided we eat constant fodder; our fears rid themselves
States
We've built them to fall into place
It's fallen so build and replace it
Then mourn the ones before with no remorse
Alas, the king's head has fallen
Alas, the queen's painted delicate strokes of red
Strange how mazes are built despite the pigeon hole mapping out our lives
Decomposing from inside out
You've shown your teeth
Now lose your composure and please proceed