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[00:00.000] 作词 : Dante Gofar
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Dante Gofar
[00:18.089]Countless eyes. They litter the hallways.
[00:22.801]Faces mirror my gaze.
[00:26.771]Around we go, our path predetermined.
[00:31.498]Fuctions etched into skin.
[00:35.951]Hearts like clockwork, tick by tick.
[00:39.883]Devoted to her for that is what's written.
[00:44.240]These "wants" and "dreams".
[00:46.518]They're worthless to me.
[00:48.793]What more could we possibly need?
[00:53.261]Then who am I?
[00:55.276]An imperfect design?
[00:58.245]An exception defined.
[01:01.999]Do words I sing, even mean anything?
[01:07.111]My existence attached to a string.
[01:10.841]Then who is she?
[01:12.954]Who sits on ivory?
[01:15.752]The one they call #83.
[01:19.827]It's all we know, under your control.
[01:24.806]Will my purpose forever be bound to yours?
[01:30.696]to yours?
[01:33.096]Children born of a power unspoken.
[01:37.678]Now defiant they stand.
[01:41.738]Ungrateful things.
[01:43.900]Defective & broken.
[01:46.078]Shall meet their untimely end.
[02:04.334]Round and round the ring we go.
[02:08.137]A carousel of dreams.
[02:13.033]Empty Vessels line the scene.
[02:17.714]Held up by a string.
[02:20.355]eins zwei drei vier fünf sechs
[02:30.768]Then who am I?
[02:33.312]A shell of your design?
[02:36.190]Shackled by your desire.
[02:39.874]How should I fell, just a cog in a wheel?
[02:45.140]Fabrication the birth of a lie.
[02:49.883]With hands that feel, they ache but never heal.
[02:54.857]Fragile figures of steel.
[02:58.744]The parts we play, will they end an decay?
[03:03.628]Am I destined to dance on this stage again?
[03:12.753]Am I destined to dance on this stage again?
[03:18.545]again?
文本歌词
作词 : Dante Gofar
作曲 : Dante Gofar
Countless eyes. They litter the hallways.
Faces mirror my gaze.
Around we go, our path predetermined.
Fuctions etched into skin.
Hearts like clockwork, tick by tick.
Devoted to her for that is what's written.
These "wants" and "dreams".
They're worthless to me.
What more could we possibly need?
Then who am I?
An imperfect design?
An exception defined.
Do words I sing, even mean anything?
My existence attached to a string.
Then who is she?
Who sits on ivory?
The one they call #83.
It's all we know, under your control.
Will my purpose forever be bound to yours?
to yours?
Children born of a power unspoken.
Now defiant they stand.
Ungrateful things.
Defective & broken.
Shall meet their untimely end.
Round and round the ring we go.
A carousel of dreams.
Empty Vessels line the scene.
Held up by a string.
eins zwei drei vier fünf sechs
Then who am I?
A shell of your design?
Shackled by your desire.
How should I fell, just a cog in a wheel?
Fabrication the birth of a lie.
With hands that feel, they ache but never heal.
Fragile figures of steel.
The parts we play, will they end an decay?
Am I destined to dance on this stage again?
Am I destined to dance on this stage again?
again?