作词 : j c
作曲 : j c
In fiction made of flesh and wires
We become ghosts
Victims of our own creation
Through concrete walls and filled spaces
We can’t stop the spirit and nature of this sacred fire
Fire, before we were born, burning further
Flying, after we become dust, for a million years to come
The cruel God of our times comes in shiny rectangles
Stalking every angle
Consuming all our hollows we forget what we are
And that we will be nothing in front of this fire
Fire, before we were born, burning further
Flying, after we become dust, for a million years to come
A precious time shattered by the waves that comes with the infinition
An incredible force sharing our wretched solitude
A numb hole is our modern time
*MUSIC*
Blinded by digital madness
What are we?
It cannot be erased by the red hands of an empty man
[00:00.000] 作词 : j c
[00:01.000] 作曲 : j c
[00:25.446]In fiction made of flesh and wires
[00:28.847]We become ghosts
[00:33.286]Victims of our own creation
[00:37.408]Through concrete walls and filled spaces
[00:41.526]We can’t stop the spirit and nature of this sacred fire
[00:49.024]Fire, before we were born, burning further
[01:01.010]Flying, after we become dust, for a million years to come
[01:25.419]The cruel God of our times comes in shiny rectangles
[01:33.308]Stalking every angle
[01:37.362]Consuming all our hollows we forget what we are
[01:44.898]And that we will be nothing in front of this fire
[01:52.032]Fire, before we were born, burning further
[02:04.012]Flying, after we become dust, for a million years to come
[02:28.363]A precious time shattered by the waves that comes with the infinition
[02:40.042]An incredible force sharing our wretched solitude
[02:47.176]A numb hole is our modern time
[02:55.377]*MUSIC*
[05:26.663]Blinded by digital madness
[05:33.834]What are we?
[05:40.956]It cannot be erased by the red hands of an empty man