[00:00.00] 作词 : NIEYU-Nasim[00:00.27] 作曲 : NIEYU-Nasim[00:00.54]Murdering in progress[00:00.91]作词:黄涅羽Nasim[00:01.21]作曲:黄涅羽Nasim[00:01.50]编曲:黄涅羽Nasim[00:01.79]录音:黄涅羽Nasim[00:02.07]演奏:黄涅羽Nasim[00:02.38]演唱:黄涅羽Nasim[00:02.70]混音:黄涅羽Nasim[00:02.97]母带:黄涅羽Nasim[00:03.63][00:10.98]I can't feel[00:11.41]It's murdering in progress[00:16.55][00:39.06]The screen's light devours the night[00:44.66]Algorithms weave an invisible fence tight[00:51.06]They call it freedom, can you feel it but feed you standard answers[00:57.78]Thoughts' folds are ground flat, without a chance[01:08.25]I really don't know[01:09.02]I'm going to the break down[01:24.41]Voices fade, like smoke in the wind[01:28.90]Everyone nods, repeating the same old maxim[01:38.02]Questions are gagged, truth yawns in its sleep[01:46.38]Our brains have become someone else's garden, cheap[01:49.56]Thoughts are dying, silent and still[01:55.08]Like birds with clipped wings, sinking to the deep[02:01.68]We trade faces, but lose our own selves[02:07.65]The world roars loud, while we're a silent mystery[02:16.25]Don't ask why, don't trace the root's trail[02:24.14]Follow the crowd, and you'll stay safe without fail[02:35.37]But the heart screams, hoarse and in pain[02:38.60]This isn't living, it's an invisible execution, plain[02:41.10]Try I‘m try the silent and still[02:46.13]Like birds with clipped wings, sinking to the deep[02:53.30]We trade the faces, but lose our own selves[02:59.39]The world roars loud, while we're a silent mystery[03:08.61][03:32.90]Don't ask why, don't trace the root's trail[03:41.00]Follow the crowd, and you'll stay safe without fail[03:49.92]But the heart screams, hoarse and in pain[03:55.14]This isn't living, it's an invisible execution, plain[03:57.58]Try I‘m try the silent and still[04:02.61]Like birds with clipped wings, sinking to the deep[04:09.93]We trade the faces, but lose our own selves[04:16.05]The world roars loud, while we're a silent mystery[04:26.42]I really don't know[04:26.98]I'm going to the break down[04:42.37]Voices fade, like smoke in the wind[04:46.98]Everyone nods, repeating the same old maxim[04:53.46]