作词 : Ivan Queiros
作曲 : Ivan Queiros
Woke up this morning, feelin' proper gutted, mate, The whole wide world was leaning on the garden gate. Felt like the struggle was a load of bollocks, see, Just a wasted journey, nothin' left for me.
Used to think that freedom meant to dodge the pain, Chasin' every pleasure, tryin' to escape the rain. But when the chips are down, and you’re fully mugged off, That cheap little comfort, man, it just feels soft.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
Frankl said you're free, even when the gate is locked, Your inner attitude, that can't be rubbish-talked. They take your bits and bobs, your strength, your flash clothes, But the choice of how you take it, yeah, everyone knows.
Seein' blokes in hell who still shared their last crust, Showed me that the spirit ain't built outta dust. It’s not about the pleasure, or the power on the floor, It's the meaning you defend when you ain't got no more.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
When life’s taking the biscuit, and it feels too far, That's the moment you decide who the proper humans are. Turn the 'Why me?' sound down, and listen to the call, What's this test here for? What's the lesson for us all?
The existential vacuum, yeah, that's a clever phrase, Means you're lost for a purpose, stuck in a proper haze. You can't chase happiness, it’s a phantom on the run, It's a side-effect, fam, when the work is finally done.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
Gotta find your mountain, the thing you’re meant to climb, Could be through a loved one, or just killing well your time. Could be through creation, makin' something new and sound, Or the posture that you take when you're knocked down to the ground.
The pain is universal, yeah, that’s just a given truth, It hits the rich, the poor, the older geezer, and the youth. But when you give it purpose, a proper reason why, It stops being a curse, becomes a mirror for the eye.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
So next time the darkness rolls, and the fear starts creeping in, Don’t let the circumstance control the fight within. Remember that final power, the one they cannot steal, Keep your chin up, know the truth you’re gonna reveal.
Your wounds ain't just scars, they're wisdom that you've earned, Every single hardship, a lesson you have learned. Walk through the fire now, don't let it be a cheat, 'Cause when you understand your pain, your freedom is complete.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
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LRC歌词版本
作词 : Ivan Queiros
作曲 : Ivan Queiros
Woke up this morning, feelin' proper gutted, mate, The whole wide world was leaning on the garden gate. Felt like the struggle was a load of bollocks, see, Just a wasted journey, nothin' left for me.
Used to think that freedom meant to dodge the pain, Chasin' every pleasure, tryin' to escape the rain. But when the chips are down, and you’re fully mugged off, That cheap little comfort, man, it just feels soft.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
Frankl said you're free, even when the gate is locked, Your inner attitude, that can't be rubbish-talked. They take your bits and bobs, your strength, your flash clothes, But the choice of how you take it, yeah, everyone knows.
Seein' blokes in hell who still shared their last crust, Showed me that the spirit ain't built outta dust. It’s not about the pleasure, or the power on the floor, It's the meaning you defend when you ain't got no more.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
When life’s taking the biscuit, and it feels too far, That's the moment you decide who the proper humans are. Turn the 'Why me?' sound down, and listen to the call, What's this test here for? What's the lesson for us all?
The existential vacuum, yeah, that's a clever phrase, Means you're lost for a purpose, stuck in a proper haze. You can't chase happiness, it’s a phantom on the run, It's a side-effect, fam, when the work is finally done.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
Gotta find your mountain, the thing you’re meant to climb, Could be through a loved one, or just killing well your time. Could be through creation, makin' something new and sound, Or the posture that you take when you're knocked down to the ground.
The pain is universal, yeah, that’s just a given truth, It hits the rich, the poor, the older geezer, and the youth. But when you give it purpose, a proper reason why, It stops being a curse, becomes a mirror for the eye.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
So next time the darkness rolls, and the fear starts creeping in, Don’t let the circumstance control the fight within. Remember that final power, the one they cannot steal, Keep your chin up, know the truth you’re gonna reveal.
Your wounds ain't just scars, they're wisdom that you've earned, Every single hardship, a lesson you have learned. Walk through the fire now, don't let it be a cheat, 'Cause when you understand your pain, your freedom is complete.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
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纯歌词版本
作词 : Ivan Queiros
作曲 : Ivan Queiros
Woke up this morning, feelin' proper gutted, mate, The whole wide world was leaning on the garden gate. Felt like the struggle was a load of bollocks, see, Just a wasted journey, nothin' left for me.
Used to think that freedom meant to dodge the pain, Chasin' every pleasure, tryin' to escape the rain. But when the chips are down, and you’re fully mugged off, That cheap little comfort, man, it just feels soft.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
Frankl said you're free, even when the gate is locked, Your inner attitude, that can't be rubbish-talked. They take your bits and bobs, your strength, your flash clothes, But the choice of how you take it, yeah, everyone knows.
Seein' blokes in hell who still shared their last crust, Showed me that the spirit ain't built outta dust. It’s not about the pleasure, or the power on the floor, It's the meaning you defend when you ain't got no more.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
When life’s taking the biscuit, and it feels too far, That's the moment you decide who the proper humans are. Turn the 'Why me?' sound down, and listen to the call, What's this test here for? What's the lesson for us all?
The existential vacuum, yeah, that's a clever phrase, Means you're lost for a purpose, stuck in a proper haze. You can't chase happiness, it’s a phantom on the run, It's a side-effect, fam, when the work is finally done.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
Gotta find your mountain, the thing you’re meant to climb, Could be through a loved one, or just killing well your time. Could be through creation, makin' something new and sound, Or the posture that you take when you're knocked down to the ground.
The pain is universal, yeah, that’s just a given truth, It hits the rich, the poor, the older geezer, and the youth. But when you give it purpose, a proper reason why, It stops being a curse, becomes a mirror for the eye.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
So next time the darkness rolls, and the fear starts creeping in, Don’t let the circumstance control the fight within. Remember that final power, the one they cannot steal, Keep your chin up, know the truth you’re gonna reveal.
Your wounds ain't just scars, they're wisdom that you've earned, Every single hardship, a lesson you have learned. Walk through the fire now, don't let it be a cheat, 'Cause when you understand your pain, your freedom is complete.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
作词 : Ivan Queiros
作曲 : Ivan Queiros
Woke up this morning, feelin' proper gutted, mate, The whole wide world was leaning on the garden gate. Felt like the struggle was a load of bollocks, see, Just a wasted journey, nothin' left for me.
Used to think that freedom meant to dodge the pain, Chasin' every pleasure, tryin' to escape the rain. But when the chips are down, and you’re fully mugged off, That cheap little comfort, man, it just feels soft.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
Frankl said you're free, even when the gate is locked, Your inner attitude, that can't be rubbish-talked. They take your bits and bobs, your strength, your flash clothes, But the choice of how you take it, yeah, everyone knows.
Seein' blokes in hell who still shared their last crust, Showed me that the spirit ain't built outta dust. It’s not about the pleasure, or the power on the floor, It's the meaning you defend when you ain't got no more.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
When life’s taking the biscuit, and it feels too far, That's the moment you decide who the proper humans are. Turn the 'Why me?' sound down, and listen to the call, What's this test here for? What's the lesson for us all?
The existential vacuum, yeah, that's a clever phrase, Means you're lost for a purpose, stuck in a proper haze. You can't chase happiness, it’s a phantom on the run, It's a side-effect, fam, when the work is finally done.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
Gotta find your mountain, the thing you’re meant to climb, Could be through a loved one, or just killing well your time. Could be through creation, makin' something new and sound, Or the posture that you take when you're knocked down to the ground.
The pain is universal, yeah, that’s just a given truth, It hits the rich, the poor, the older geezer, and the youth. But when you give it purpose, a proper reason why, It stops being a curse, becomes a mirror for the eye.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.
So next time the darkness rolls, and the fear starts creeping in, Don’t let the circumstance control the fight within. Remember that final power, the one they cannot steal, Keep your chin up, know the truth you’re gonna reveal.
Your wounds ain't just scars, they're wisdom that you've earned, Every single hardship, a lesson you have learned. Walk through the fire now, don't let it be a cheat, 'Cause when you understand your pain, your freedom is complete.
This dark ain't taking the mickey, innit? It's just the fire where your spirit gets sorted. Find your why, and you'll see somethin' blinding.